At The Drive-In

Valmara, Valmara, Valmara,
Flechettes kiss me with the lisp
Of your shrapnel caress
Lost this arm, lost this lip, lost this diving board
For the belly flopped proposal of
Let's be friends
Tour de force, tour de force
Defacto
Ayachuco!
Prosthetic, Prosthetic, Prosthetic
Blemish necro is the velcro
Of your charred apendage
Cartarize solder gun, in the melting of seeds
Oh, dear God, what a tangled web we weave
All we are are failed attempts
Propelled by stilt-legged presidents
Incarcerate the mason fence
Like flechettes
I'm not biting the lead
My pencil's broken again
We will you fill in the blanks
So I can cheat off your