Mouth like a magazine

Mouth like a magazine Lyrics

Turning over and interrupted slumber,
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful,
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom,
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful,
Now find the fault because your boyfriend can't read,
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need,
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied,
Never found beaten down with the forked tongue-tied

Your eulogy is like poetry, But your mouth is like a magazine

Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused,
You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse,
Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated,
Now constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated,
Your spine is made of metal, Your veins are bound in electric tape,
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face,
You cough up an offering and forget which words are lies,
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop,
As your brain is cauterized

Your eulogy is like poetry, But your mouth is like a magazine

Within the walls I hear all of its legs,
There must be so many to carry it over our heads,
Seething and unsettled and oh such a letdown,
And now these rusty spokes inside my head are making such a grating sound

Your legacy is like poetry, But your mouth is like a magazine

Your eulogy is like poetry, But your mouth is like a magazine