The Room Outside Letra

Styrofoam magic marker moons or tombs
Superglue all your pretty wounds
Though I begin to drink

Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape
Waking up the metal mercenary, suffocating in the room outside

Paper mache manawar-lords of course
Plastic champagne and sliding doors
Those eyes begin to think

Planetal Targets in my mind, sometimes
Losing perspective on my kind.
Though I begin to drink

Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape
Have you met the jewel architect, he’s burning slowly in the room outside