Glassjaw - Midwestern Stylings lyrics

Demerol castaway codeine frequent
Soma holiday
If I was a morgue, no one would die
This atonal score
And your rhytmic dancing on the dance floor
I'm dying the death of a madman for

Standard procedure i serve no use for you
And I deal with everything you do
Enough to itemize the truth
I'm of no use and I am yours

You witnessed my fallen gene
That pushes away like a cancer
And be the count that parted mine
Handicap that pushes madness between lover
I dabble in the business of a

Standard procedure i serve no use for you
And I deal with everything you do
Enough to itemize the truth
I'm of no use and I am your new muse

Mind tricks the body
Body thinks my mind is crazy
My mind tricks the body
Body thinks my mind is
And I deal with everything you do
Enough to itemize the truth
I'm of no use and I am your new muse

The mind tricks the body
Body thinks my mind is crazy
The mind tricks the body
Body thinks my mind is
And I deal with everything you do
Enough to itemize the truth
I'm of no use and I am your new muse

So best of luck to you
And the burning barge that floats you through
I'm lost in you for days
Enjoy the distance as we gaze before I die
Didn't we say one day? Maybe not
Did we say one day?

Standard procedure i serve no use for you
And I deal with everything you do
Enough to itemize the truth
I'm of no use and I am your new muse