Idiot Plot Songtext
von Irk

The leasing-making dribbles out from ′neath the lyke-gate
A long walk of sedition, cold milk on a hot day
Let it wash over you

You thank God you are a Christian
With a car that you drive using your average sized hands
Let it wash over you, then ask yourself
"Is there love here in this place?"


And ichor spills forth
You are the benefactor
Just like the first time you died
Look alive

I'll go, cavitations all aglow
An hour late for the reckoning and I′ve burned through my flambeau

With the eyes-opened brethren
You ascend the stairs to heaven
But the queue at security
Stretches down the whole Acheron


You can dine with us
We could dig the bodies up
You can die here, rent free
We have stories, all of us do
We just don't have time to tell them