Ornaments Are for Hanging

Detach your head from your body
Spill the interior onto the floor
Watch as all the rummaging children beg for something more
And everyones appalled to see that nothing gold resides there
You’re a preprogrammed apparatus
Designed for buying and trading souls
The formal attire hides your inner framework
This character is becoming translucent
And everyones appalled to see that nothing gold resides there
You are preprogrammed
Detach your head from your body
Spill the interior onto the floor
Watch as all the rummaging children beg for something more
Deception has spilt from the fissure in your head
You’re nothing more then a god forsaken ornament
And everyones appalled to see that nothing gold resides there
You’re a preprogrammed apparatus
Everyone in unison, drop to your knees and pray