I build my home
With brand new sand
I drive the machine
I don’t understand
Certain luxuries are
Not reserved for me
Certain luxuries
Require ESP

Cheap-death rattle

The gate keeper’s wage
Is increasingly cheap
I show some skin
When I feel the heat
I’m not one
Looking through the lens
I’m stewing in
The shallow end

Cheap death rattle

A trigger sound
To set me off
The rattle tease
Of swinging keys
I’ve finally found
The vault of sound

Kick the door down
Kick the door down