Brother we stick together .we fall apart.
while we haunt these hollow halls. inside her fathers residence.
when empty heads fill crowded rooms,
i can hear my own spine crack.
i keep my collar up and wear a lions mask.
i feel their stares they violate me.
bodies pile in suffocating,
firewalk the coals there�s no turning back once you�re gone.
meet by the back door run for our social lives.
sell your soul. revive. i�m alive.
now were faster than fashion when fascism�s in.
and its never out of style...
xeroxicide.
you smell like sex and cigarettes, this moment is a blur.
everyone hold down your favorite girl.