The Envy Corps - Make it stop lyrics

Why am I lagging behind on this mad minutia While misled editors attempt to recut my future? Strike up the band if you still can or sneak through a trapdoor And sell your organs if they don't make music anymore I tried to pretend that it's over Clicking my heels till it's over Picking at scabs till it's over Oh, I'll miss you as planned when it's over The tragedy of longevity is one day I'll need you And all I'll find are ragged linings of hollow tissue Screwed to a shell of red blood cells, but we finally get paid I lost you in the mail, I lost you all in a slave trade I tried to pretend that it's over Clicking my heels till it's over Picking at scabs till it's over Oh, I'll miss you as planned, I'm a soldier Taking dead aim at the sober Bullseye of the beholder And I'll miss you as planned I will miss you as planned if I can Can we make it stop with both hands?