Dance Gavin Dance

(parts of victims organs)
(they will give you better style)
(attach the platemail to your insides)
blistered by the fire
(keep your victims confined)
caught in the threshold
(to meager)
man the armory
(rations)
dressed in our
(those in your basement)
last attire castle walls
(keep them confined to meager rations)
falling down around us all
(I stashed the platemail under the file cabinet)
and then when you go to sleep
I hope you wake up knowing
that you were meant for all of this
first, take time to breath you don't need me
you don't need anything its a wonder
how we're all under attack from everything always