Melody Hums

This is fabricated evidence of love Forged reports of a representative that cares We are stripped of our skins Chernobyl lingers in the backdrop Stretches his mutated ligaments to reach us Barely a millimeter apart They're already larger than life and yet they still walk on stilts The men in black suits waving identification like batons Don't tell them a damned thing He waits alone in the water for blood; for prey; for any sign of life We betray ourselves to him "Why the face so long" "What could go so wrong" I'll tell you what, it may take 43 muscles but who even honestly frowns when they're sad these days In the throngs of despair the flight reaction catches and releases Everything spreads like disease Cakes in cracks and crevices in the walls of the well Nobody's leaving whether there's a desire to or not This is fabricated evidence of love