Metal Chopsticks (Live)

Alarm again

Same four walls

Same dead plants

Coffee stain on my one clean shirt

Swipe my card

Sell my hours

Tiny desk

Tiny soul inside this flesh

Copy-paste another plastic smile

Clock hands chewing through the pile

Chopsticks on a tin plate

Tap-tap-tap

Little life

Little life

Snap-snap-snap (hey!)

Grind it down till the teeth all crack

And it all means nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Jam my head in the traffic

Black

White lines blur

And it all flows back

Chopsticks in a hurricane

Clack-clack-clack

And it all means nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Ceiling fan

Shadow spinning on my chest

Calendar of tiny red X’s

Each one tastes the same

Tasteless

Walk the aisle

Fluorescent hum inside my skull

Plastic forks and paper crowns

Cheap applause for wearing down

Chopsticks on a tin plate

Tap-tap-tap

Little life

Little life

Snap-snap-snap (yeah!)

Grind it down till the teeth all crack

And it all means nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Jam my head in the traffic

Black

White lines blur

And it all flows back

Chopsticks in a hurricane

Clack-clack-clack

And it all means nothing

Nothing

Nothing

[Guitar duel

Staggered accents

Then sudden drop to whisper]

Mouth says “fine”

Blood says “quit”

Heart says “burn it all”

I just sit

Chopsticks on a tin plate

Tap-tap-tap

Little life

Little life

Snap-snap-snap (woah)

Grind it down till the teeth all crack

And it all means nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Jam my head in the traffic

Black

White lines blur

And it all flows back

Chopsticks in a hurricane

Clack-clack-clack

And it all means nothing

Nothing—

[Band hits one last jagged chord

Hard stop]