Rumbletrap - Crucifixion

There's nothing I want less than a cold 40 of Old English
But if I don't get some alcohol inside of my I might actually die
The walls behind me with bits of brain and viscerally
Shed my broken shell and leave this awful world behind
I think a road killed cat is a crucifixion
And offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare and try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse of what's on the other side

Ways glances up and down and all across the sterile aisles ahеad
A false response to dangеr, an impending sense of dread
Afraid I don't belong here and it isn't just the unforgiving gaze
Of the fluorescent lighting fires in my head
I think a road killed cat is a crucifixion
And offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare and try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse of what's on the other side

There's nothing I want less than to get loaded and embarrass myself
Consciously awakening afraid that I have ruined every
This is I'm pavlovially reacting to stimuli
My nervous system fried, relentless puppeting my meat
I think a road killed cat is a crucifixion
And offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare and try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse of what's on the other side
I think a road killed cat is a crucifixion
And offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare and try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse of what's on the other side

There's nothing I want less than a cold 40 of Old English
But if I don't get some alcohol inside of my I might actually die