[Time]

I'm death positive, for melancholy I tested positive

I need a joy transfusion, 2 bags give me all of it

My eyes look like 2 bowls of graveyard stew

I got a tombstone tongue I'm spitting worms at you

Some find god in a cathedral, some chase her with a needle

We're all just searching for freedom through mortality's keyhole

Grew up around violence, slasher movies get my head straight

I'm in a hearse with hydraulics trying to drop the dead weight

PTSD, I got a carousel in my cerebral

Sometimes I feel like Dorian painting on my evil easel

Samhain, it must be the Celtic in me

Cuz on Halloween is the only time I feel free

I want Titan Arum and Nightshade don't give me orchids

Demons I absorb them, their bones I export them

On my way to work like a zombie breathing all the spores in

Smiling at the bloody sunrise, functionally morbid

[Extra Kool]

And yes, that’s where my pride dies

Chew it in your teeth and spit it back in my eyes

And yes, it is what it is

It’s a sordid conversation to be had amongst friends

[The Grimies]

Dookie chain on In my coffin looking gorgeous

Horror movies and blood, yes we adore it

Were The Grimies were 2 walking corpses

The graveyard we walk towards it, functionally morbid

Dookie chain on In my coffin looking gorgeous

Horror movies and blood, yes we adore it

Were The Grimies were 2 walking corpses

The graveyard we walk towards it, functionally morbid

[Extra Kool]

They call me functionally morbid painstakingly faded portraits

Dancer on the ledge, plucking petals from the orchids

Dropping dimes, flipping channels on the Classics

Subtle in the speech stretching lies like elastic

But that’s me It’s just another boring Sunday

Dreams in my locket, come and touch me like it’s foreplay

They say I’m unimportant like no contact

The creature of the sin, I inspired all these Denver copycats huh?

So now I’m feeling uninspired

Disappointment in my limbs, worlds dying in my iris

Silence. It’s the time for simple bloggers

An iced chai up in my reach, in my Church Fire joggers

So now’s the time for you to show me

What’s the point of faking happy when you’re feeling dead and horny?

Homie. So, either feed me or annoy me

All of this could’ve been avoided, all I wanted was a cannoli

And yes, that’s where my pride dies

Chew it in your teeth and spit it back in my eyes

And yes, it is what it is

It’s a sordid conversation to be had amongst friends

[The Grimies]

Dookie chain on In my coffin looking gorgeous

Horror movies and blood, yes we adore it

Were The Grimies were 2 walking corpses

The graveyard we walk towards it, functionally morbid

Dookie chain on In my coffin looking gorgeous

Functionally morbid