Killbot 2000 - Murder By Death

A smell like cigarettes creeps softly through the vents

The room is filling up with smoke and little bodies

Tell all the boys and girls from school

To keep breaking all the rules

To let their parents know they’re individuals

Datura flakes off from your lips

You’ve lost the swagger in your hips

Your eyes are turning blue to gray

Your skin feels soft and sagging down

Your arms drag across the ground

With each step you take

And they fall from the jungle gyms

And they fall and piss away each night

Among the sound of bodies crawling 'round the room

I can smell their flesh on everything left in this room

Chalk and scattered crayons on empty desks

For weeks finding clumps of unwashed hair caught between the vents blowing

And they fall from the jungle gyms

And they fall from the jungle gyms

And they fall

And they fall from the jungle gyms

And they fall

And they fall and piss away each night

Among the sound of bodies crawling around the room

Carry their little bodies to the cemetery so gently

Please don’t let their necks crook towards the ground