Glib Tongued

The silhouette of a flag

The murmuring of some national anthem

Parades of monochrome hair

There's a nostalgic sense in the air

I smell of cigarette butts

Spray on deodorant and teenage lust

What a shame

It all stagnates

Clings to the past

Necromance

Hallelujahs shouted up to skies

The book of everything is fine if everything is mine

You'll find them kind as long as nothing is disrupting time

Sand in the hourglass, must not pass where they draw the line

It's all assisted, your resistance here does not apply

You will adjust now, you will learn to love how you're despised

A ticker tape parade, a curb to place a different face

It's no surprise, you should have known that was the truth of lies

The open secret is the oldest ways are in their prime

Chewing tobacco flavored spit into your crying eyes

Notice that flag attach the pickup you've been dragged behind

You drive on gleefully unbothered, flash an OK sign

Oh, how they pine to hold the hive as one connected mind

The party line that you exist in is committing crime

Under the shade of Oakley glasses, there's no eye for eye

Freedom of choice, you can be ruled or you can fucking die

What a shame

It all stagnates

Clings to the past

Necromance

What a shame

It all stagnates

Clings to the past

Necromance

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!