Skeletons

Sick of this reality -- this never-ending fallacy
 With gums filled with blood like a sacrificial slut
 I will cut through the language that feeds from the TV
 "Who's behind the door?
 I don't want this anymore
 Whoever you are, or whatever it is
 Stay away from my god and my kids
 Don't need to be reminded of my skeletons"
 This lacking of profanity is weighing on my sanity
 But I'll make you dirty like the clerics in the clergy
 I'll burn down the chapels and bathe in controversy
 "Who's behind the door?
 I don't want this anymore
 Whoever you are, or whatever it is
 Stay away from my god and my kids
 Don't need to be reminded of my skeletons"
 This ethical deficiency welcomes inefficiency
 I'm leading the revolt against democracy and polls
 You're hemorrhaging every single lie you've ever told
 And you can try to fuck with me if you'd like to kiss the concrete
 Like a sentinel watching cities drowning in a flood
 The gun's filled with slugs; I'm about to pull the plug
 "Who's behind the door?
 I don't want this anymore
 Whoever you are, or whatever it is
 Stay away from my god and my kids
 Don't need to be reminded of my skeletons
 Who's behind the door?
 I don't want this anymore
 Whoever you are, or whatever it is
 Stay away from my god and my kids
 Don't need to be reminded of my skeletons
 Don't need to be reminded of my skeletons
 Don't need to be reminded of my skeletons"