Between The Buried And Me - Informal Gluttony

Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Cannot close our eyes.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Construction paper traffic...corner office destruction.
The cityscape burns brighter by the hour.
Clock tower: bring us, bring us all, bring us all, bring us all down.
Marching like ants to the foundation of a higher form.
Trash.
Capped and smothered.
Trash bag.
Trash hat.
Wrinkle-free clients of doom.
Trash bag.
Trash hat.
Wrinkle-free clients of doom.
Feed me fear.
Informal gluttony.
Feed me fear.
Feed me fear.
Informal.
Feed me fear.
Construction paper lawns...force-fed attention grabber...
When will you learn?
First come, first serve.
The all you can eat trumpet...playing the tunes of our death.
The all you can eat trumpet... playing the tunes of our death. Breathe... now blow.
Now blow.
Now blow.
Breathe... now blow.
Now blow.
Now blow.
Let it be heard.
Let it be heard.
The preacher's talent is going through the airwaves.
I need to be led in the right direction.
The little kids taught me well...
But I wonder why they don't listen anymore.
It's a television nightmare.
Eat and watch, eat, eat, eat... what they feed.
Corner office tubes...give me the best view in the hut.
Feed me fear.
Informal gluttony.
Feed me fear.
Feed me fear.
Informal.
Feed me fear.
Feed me fear.
Informal gluttony.
Feed me fear.
Feed me fear.
Informal.
Feed me fear.
Feed me fear.
Informal gluttony.
Feed me fear.
Feed me fear.
Informal.
Feed me fear.
Feed me fear.
Informal gluttony.
Feed me fear.
Feed me fear.
Informal.
Feed me fear.