Autosarcophagy and the Heat Death of the Universe

[Verse 1: Josh Porter]
Think I got tired of always pouring gasoline
In the shape of a cross and then a pentagram
I just iron the uniform
And day-trade the symbols
Make myself into a rebel then repent again

I won't be sobered by the scales
That calcify on my eyes
I only see the types of things
I really want to see
Peel cartilaginous bones from a wet
Wriggling fish
Sallow my tongue like a sacrament
The high priest always looks like me

[Chorus: Josh Porter & Whitney DePaoli]
All hail to the pixelated golden calf
Prostrate before sophisticatе sociopath
Mob logic for the lonely
And the lizard-brainеd
Hot, caustic, and reflecting in a scissor blade

[Verse 2: Josh Porter]
I'm waving digital flags
In the sad and stupid effort
To make myself into a special super hero
Separating sheep from goats
I'm always breaking a nail
And somehow always adding up
To less than zero

Burning down the church
Was going to be a relief
But weight of inconsistency
Is tipping the scales
I put my fingers in my ears
And really squint my eyes shut
And every day, more and more
The snake is eating its tail

[Bridge: ]
All of my disdain is always comrade-approved
I wrap this vermin womb inside a slogan
Outrage parasite coiling deep inside my gut
With my brain slipping back
Stretching and stretching until

[Chorus: Josh Porter & Whitney DePaoli]
All hail to the pixelated golden calf
Prostrate before sophisticate sociopath
Mob logic for the lonely
And the lizard-brained
Hot, caustic, and reflecting in a scissor blade

[Outro: Josh Porter & Whitney DePaoli]
Black tail on the comet that's bisecting space
Dark lines etched into and apoplectic face
Dry bones in the valley of the blasphemous
Too proud to ask God to have mercy on us