Cancerous Still-life

Duration

3:29

Lyrics

We're left displayed on sympathetic walls, With our faces worn on chemo-drenched puppets. We're choking on the empty calls, But our hearts are drowning in a thick dial tone. Rotten, decayed, dead, and framed, Dangling from the nail by our scalps final thread. Our skin cells fall like a dandruff monsoon, Our throats bleed chunks of digested meat. Organs: Cancerous Appearance: Lifeless Our thoughts are strained from our dripping brains. Our pain leaks from our crafted pores, From our painted metaphors. Making the world admire the cancerous still-life. We're gazing through the looking glass, Witnessing the effect of death's venom kiss. We're listening to our heart rates skip, Waiting to prove disparity makes beautiful photographs. So if the life is taken from the soil, That makes this sight _____? If the paint crusts, fades, hides, How obvious is our disguise? Our tattered landscapes are all that we have! These wounds don't heal with time, But grow into infectious lines. Death: Cure Cure: Death Our bodies decompose into a rotten masterpiece. Love isn't hiding, It wears itself throughout your tragic gallery.