I'm breaking bread with the walking dead

In steel city where we are bled

I'm a ghost in a new machine

With plastic tassels on my beauty queen



You're my dogma and my diatribe

Invest your vitriol to stay alive

The crimson crop is all the rage

The pure pollution of your better days



Give me secrets and Vaseline

The full metal jacket and your finest dream

I'm coming for your aftermath

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah



I got a brothel full of empty pain

I got a curse that repeats your name

Gaping mouths eating gaping wounds

The stock keeps falling on filling tombs

Yeah yeah



Give me secrets and Vaseline

The full metal jacket and your finest dream

I'm coming for your aftermath

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah



Release is coming before regret

The fattest fish are slipping through the net

Bequeath your treasure to the latest savior

I'll take your filth and your foul behavior



Give me secrets and Vaseline

The full metal jacket and your finest dream

I'm coming for your aftermath

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah