Frame my soul in a magazine
Frame my heart in an advertiser’s wet dream
Frame my lips and hair and frame the sky and the air
Frame my soul in a magazine

It’ll happen like this:
First they come for the big muscles and when you’re pumped full of steroids and protein shakes and lying sick in a fitness fever they love the underdeveloped bodies.

It’ll happen like this:
Everyone will fall in love with social awkwardness, loneliness, and depression. They will tear you limb from limb until all that’s left is a hollow husk of a human being. Entirely unsure of what came first you wander pitch black forests of shopping malls wondering, “Who does the buying?”

It’ll happen like this:
Soldiers deck out their guns for fashion publications. An AK-47 with fuzzy trim. Gunmen smear dirt on their faces and they’ll pop right out of the pages. Black and white dice hang from the tops of tanks. Monsters you couldn’t conjure up in your most secretive dreams are gonna drive down your street and blow you to smithereens.

I got evicted from my spine I got evicted from my spine I got evicted from my spine I got evicted from my spine I got evicted from my spine A ghost wandering through the rows of bending pines. Now every thought takes so long long long long I got evicted from this song

Frame my soul in a magazine
Frame my heart in an advertiser’s wet dream
Frame my lips and hair and frame the sky and the air
Frame my soul in a magazine

I got evicted from my spine