Non-zero Possibility Lyrics - At The Drive In

I'm just tired of counting bodies 

Is this mausoleum tardy 

Let's just paint you a pretty face 

Flies dip tongues into tear ducts 

In toothpicks fought unborn 

Contusion is hungry 

They still eat their young 

Proto-culture null and void 

All veins in highway laps 

This breath collapsed again 

This hex was delivered spent 

Orchestra influenza 

Drawn and quartered pets 

It dwells and grows 

This is the pocket-sized edition 

Rapid sleep through benediction 

Let's just paint you a pretty face 

Museums mark their bodies down 

And the tenants found 

All the distance in their prefix 

Contusion is hungry 

They still eat their young 

Proto-culture null and void 

Fever bliss into central nervousness 

I was bitten on the entrance