Traffic:

Traffic, stops at the melanoma
Traffic, I got chest congestion
Traffic, what's in that fatty substance
Traffic, who said let's come together

In the country, miles and miles, space between us,
calling you over wires

Haunt All Living Things:

Now I turn, two times as quick
sit in the chair, I'm feeling sick
throw my hands into the air
twist my face like a knife stuck there
my mouth's a truck running over me
I'm not the person I thought I should be

Oh this cold, there's nothing left of me
gone, by fault, my spirits leaving

I've done nothing to stop this thing
now I'm with the enemy
there's no guard at my door
there's a sign marked on the floor
I've seen this happen to other beings
they all fall in differently
I can not let this conquer me
or I will haunt all living things

Oh this cold, there's nothing left of me
gone, by fault, my spirits leaving

wear the glove:

Wear the glove, box the kid, snap his ears, kill his friends

Eating you from inside, a piece of meat that hasn't died

Crusted eyes, heavy hands, a golden ring makes you a man, right?

I know you're not living of course
I know you're not in the ground
I think you've got dirt on your mouth
You've been kissing the grave, cause that's what you're for
You've been kissing the grave, so you see us no more

Steal your home, build a fence, get a tank it's the best defense

Teach your kids how to hide, in the hole of comfort's prize

I know you're not living of course
I know you're not in the ground
I think you've got dirt on your mouth
You've been kissing the grave, cause that's what you're for
You've been kissing the grave, so you see us no more

(more lyrics to be posted soon)