Machine Gun Heart

I sometimes feel I can hear the world Crying out Kill me kill me kill me right now And when I see her twisted smile I know she's an actor Bairly holding on to her people Why do we keep planting flowers on some sort of corpse of freedom? On some sort of broken heart museum? The dream is dead So let me bow down To the masses spoiled fowl So let me bow down to the machine gun heart So let me bow down To the way that karma kills ya To the way that violence thrills ya To the way that hate keeps finding its way into your mouth I Sometimes feel I can hear my doubts Stuttering Is there any way back to Eden? My blood erodes back into our dreams I swear I've been awake for years I just don't understand how I'm feeling My Ibuprofen palace My Adderall cathedral Someone's scratching my welcome mat The dream is dead So let me bow down To the strongest of this crowd So let me bow down to the machine gun heart So let me bow down To the way that karma kills ya To the way that violence thrills ya To the way that hate keeps finding its way into your mouth The dream is dead The dream is dead The dream is dead The dream is dead I know it, and you know it too I know it and you know it too