Deep breaths and a straight back
Cryogenic solitude
The secret of youthful longevity
Pull the blinds down halfway
So I can only see what's cooking
Three pressed shirts wrapped in plastic
Worn by the ghost that lives in the closet
Rattling chains and warning of visions
Past, present, and future
A trio of traveling guilt salesmen
I want a world where people aren't disappointing
But that's not the world I spin on
You'll be a fool if you trust and hold them
They're full of venom and poison and spiteful malice
And apathy, the worst of all
Shields up, guns at the ready
Front towards enemy
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