Blood Brothers

Oh, team machine!
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream
We watch crabs and lobsters eat a dead cops throat
And stuff our mouths with gutted stereos
Oh, team machine!
Every single piano I've ever met in my life
Never sounded as good as melted casio keys
Burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D
Oh, that laser rain kept me up all night again
Scratching at the windows like a bright colored beast
Howling at the dawn like an adulterous priest
Shake your hands like they're full of feathers
Shake your wings like they're laced with sound
Shake your skin like a scrambled TV
Gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm
I think my night unplugged its life
Digital sunrise!
Digital sunset!
Oh, team machine!
The world's got no end and it's got no beginning
Now I'm coughing up maracas and tambourines
Looking over cliffs of eternity
Shake your hands like they're full of disaster
Shake your wings like they're painted with tar
Shake your skin like it's sewn with insects
Gnash your teeth like an exploding car
And if your night unplugs its life blame it on the laser rain
And if your life unplugs its eyes blame it on the laser rain
Because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold to a day that's never dawning
And you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twelve times, now it's buried in a digital coffin
So climb out your windowsill as the drum machines laugh to themselves