Transistor Transistor /

Curse You All Kids

I sing and sever myself
I open my mouth
My goddamn mouth
But nothing comes out
We performed an autopsy on this text
Our hands are stained by an alphabet
That has ceased to make any sense
These kids are the fucking pigs
The new cops with bloodied noses on a haircut binge
My mind keeps my tongue in a sling
But my better nature's bad heart
Is now barely beating
Curse you