Lyrics Recluse - A Lot Like Birds
                                                Within 
                                                the 
                                                shadows 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                ever-barren,
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                decompose 
                                                like 
                                                decrepit 
                                                particles,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Windows 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                inner 
                                                being.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Neglecting 
                                                what 
                                                is 
                                                loved.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                the 
                                                absence 
                                                of 
                                                substenance.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Struggling 
                                                to 
                                                exist 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                hallowed 
                                                yet 
                                                hollow 
                                                shell.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey 
                                                you, 
                                                your 
                                                guard's 
                                                up 
                                                but 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                room 
                                                can 
                                                see 
                                                straight 
                                                through.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                exoskeleton 
                                                is 
                                                plastic, 
                                                melting 
                                                ′round 
                                                the 
                                                edges 
                                                and 
                                                dripping 
                                                down 
                                                your 
                                                spine.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You've 
                                                got 
                                                very 
                                                little 
                                                time. 
                                                And 
                                                most 
                                                of 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                mine 
                                                anyways.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                no! 
                                                Don't 
                                                hesitate, 
                                                they 
                                                can 
                                                sense 
                                                it.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Within 
                                                the 
                                                shadows 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                ever-barren, 
                                                we 
                                                decompose 
                                                like 
                                                decrepit 
                                                particles.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                you 
                                                feel 
                                                me 
                                                crawling 
                                                through 
                                                your 
                                                inner 
                                                being?
 
                                    
                                
                                                You′re 
                                                    a 
                                                hollow 
                                                shell 
                                                that 
                                                once 
                                                existed.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                you 
                                                come 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                sending?
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                send 
                                                me 
                                                away.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                all 
                                                just 
                                                end 
                                                up 
                                                as 
                                                dust.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glorified 
                                                ash.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rust.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Welcome, 
                                                my 
                                                guest, 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                attic!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                shut 
                                                the 
                                                trap 
                                                behind 
                                                you, 
                                                don′t 
                                                panic,
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                don't 
                                                mean 
                                                to 
                                                startle 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                just 
                                                remove 
                                                all 
                                                your 
                                                clothes,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shut 
                                                your 
                                                mouth 
                                                and 
                                                relax 
                                                and 
                                                we′ll 
                                                remove 
                                                    a 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wrap 
                                                her 
                                                up, 
                                                wrap 
                                                her 
                                                up, 
                                                wrap 
                                                her 
                                                up.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Struggle 
                                                deep 
                                                inside 
                                                the 
                                                cobweb,
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                strands 
                                                shake 
                                                off.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fill 
                                                up 
                                                my 
                                                stomach 
                                                with 
                                                heartbeats!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Skitter 
                                                backwards 
                                                into 
                                                cluttered 
                                                recesses, 
                                                your 
                                                home 
                                                is 
                                                ours!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everything 
                                                you 
                                                threw 
                                                out, 
                                                abandoned;
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                took 
                                                as 
                                                our 
                                                own, 
                                                built 
                                                it 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                own 
                                                way.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mansion 
                                                of 
                                                mess!
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                legacy 
                                                of 
                                                refuse, 
                                                eaten 
                                                memories 
                                                and 
                                                scars.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                stay. 
                                                    I 
                                                don′t 
                                                care, 
                                                just 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                be 
                                                or 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                whole.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walk, 
                                                crawl, 
                                                run. 
                                                As 
                                                long 
                                                as 
                                                you 
                                                don't 
                                                forget 
                                                this 
                                                place, 
                                                our 
                                                faces, 
                                                these 
                                                old 
                                                floors.
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Home 
                                                is 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                hearts 
                                                are," 
                                                said 
                                                the 
                                                hunger 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                waiting 
                                                predator.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                where 
                                                to 
                                                go.
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Home 
                                                is 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                fun 
                                                starts,"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Said 
                                                the 
                                                hunger 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                waiting 
                                                predator.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah, 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                where 
                                                to 
                                                go.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Go 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                throat.
 
                                    
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