Cannonball Statman - Hunger Strike lyrics

If anything could open my heart Then it'd be a broken machine Concealed by an electric mask And a seventy-five inch screen The pain of standing on the Earth is worse than being eaten alive When I open my eyes I wanna go blind So Brandon stapled his brain chemistry to a scrap of sheet metal At the intersection of Space Street and Illusion Avenue And flung himself into the force of the traffic As he pissed his last pair of blue jeans and screamed "I'm ready for the die-off Are you ready for the die-off?" If anything could open my heart Then it'd be a butcher's knife I'd sell my heart at the butcher mart And then I'm goin' on a hunger strike I'll protest the consumption of human meat by not eating anything I'll go totally mad So Robin ran the entire length, width and height of Manhattan in a matter of minutes To deliver dollar pizza to her grandma This narcissistic chronicler of caffeinated capitalist deliciousness reports You can cure your lust for chronic insomnia when you're dead New York's ready for the die-off Are you ready for the die-off? If anything could open my heart Then it'd be a thunderstorm Paralysis Alice in the palace of the phallus told me She would rather have never been born Plants, animals, yellow jackets on crack It's a tragic universe And then there's humans So one day I cut off all seventy-four of my fingers In a strange exchange for a slap in the face Ghosts entered my apartment Took up space Hadn't eaten or slept or felt the weight of the world yet they stood, like wood at my door And screamed "Get ready for the die-off Better get ready for the die-off Better get ready for the die-off The die-off"