Something too dead to be, is slowly surfacing and breathing
patiently, ruining everything.

Force feed, eliminate. This cut has bled before.
Dragging enough dead weight to file down the past decor.
No more crowded streets. Never step into their sight.
Ringing so obsolete, but powerful tonight.
Someone's packing kyptonite. someone's packing.

Something too wonderful is waiting for a turn.
So I see something destructable. Oppertunities burn.

you feel so sick (cause he makes you weaker) Run down
defiance in shelter. in line,
a nominee. Cut short, a crucified halo. In time, an enemy.