Kevin Spacey is homeless

*(Soft glitchy synth pad, barely there, like a heartbeat through a wall)*

**(Verse 1 — breathy, intimate, Frou Frou-forward)**

I want a mouth that doesn't move when it speaks

I want a hand that forgets it has fingers

I kept your teeth in a jar by the bed

And every morning I counted them like change

You said the smell was just the house settling

But houses don't settle, they rot from the inside

And I've been inside long enough to know

The difference between settling and sinking

*(Subtle drum machine pattern enters, clinical and cold)*

**(Verse 2 — still dreamy but tension building, glitchy vocal layers)**

I stitched your shadow to the back of my coat

So someone would always be walking behind me

But it stretched in the rain and now it looks like you

And I can't get it off, I can't get it off

The thermostat's broken, it's always 98 degrees

And my skin is melting off in interesting ways

You'd probably say something clever about it

But I ate your voice box last November

*(Bass synth enters, warm and pulsing, The Faint influence creeping in)*

**(Pre-Chorus — rhythm picks up, vocals shift from whisper to strain)**

Don't tell me what the x-ray says

I already know what's living in there

Don't tell me what the x-ray says

I already know, I already know

It's got my face but it eats like you

It's got my face but it eats like you

*(Full band detonation — guitar tapping, screaming synths, blast beats, Fall of Troy chaos erupting through Frou Frou's atmosphere)*

**(Chorus — screamed and sung simultaneously, dual vocals tearing in different directions)**

I am a furnace without a house!

I am a mouth without a meal!

I am a furnace without a house!

I am a mouth without a meal!

I burned the blueprints but the walls stayed up

And now I'm living in the architecture of a dead man's dream

And everything I swallow comes back up as a question

And every question tastes like formaldehyde!

*(Everything collapses to just glitchy synth and a single falsetto)*

**(Verse 3 — fragile, almost lullaby, Frou Frou dominance)**

I taught myself to sleep with one eye open

So I could watch the ceiling decompose

You used to say I was dramatic

But you never saw what crawled out of the vent

I named them all after your old friends

They respond to voice commands

And when I whisper "stay" they scatter

Just like the real ones did

*(Drums re-enter, harder this time, The Faint pushing through)*

**(Verse 4 — aggressive, staccato, synth-punk drive)**

I am not a person I am a series of reactions!

I am not a person I am a chemical spill in a skin suit!

Don't touch me without gloves, don't touch me without gloves

I will stain your fingers for a week

I will stain your fingers for a week

And you'll keep smelling me on your hands

And you'll keep smelling me on your hands

In the shower, in the car, in your mother's kitchen

And you'll wonder if it was ever me at all

Or just the idea of something rotting nearby

*(Math rock guitar breakdown, erratic, dissonant)