[Verse 1] Saw your pretty face upon the screen today, A dime-store martyr in a cheap display. Red-painted lips, embalming fluid, You sell the wound before the butcher knew it. Untouched by fire, you slide on by, A porcelain saint beneath a cardboard sky. Tell me, does the glass hold tight? Or do you bleed behind the backlight? [Pre-Chorus] Count it out, count it clean— Another body in the machine. White-knuckle grip on a six-inch frame; Say my name. Say my name. [Chorus] My heart is a carcass on display! Tell me where it hurts today! Burn me down in a vacuum tube— Begging for nails, begging for proof! Are we real, or are we fed? Give me a god that I can bleed! [Verse 2] Voice in a box, plastic and thin, A hollow doll with a built-in grin. I don't want a halo made of clicks; I want breath, I want teeth, I want something that sticks. [Pre-Chorus] Count your likes like rosary beads; Choke on the poison everybody needs. Tear off the velvet, tear off the skin— Let something living in. [Chorus] My heart is a carcass on display! [Verse 1] We're Tell me where it hurts not atoday! live Burn me down in a vacuum tube— Begging for nails, begging for proof! Is it enough? Did the scripture lie? Or are we waiting for the screen to die? [Bridge] Talk to me, code. Tell me I'm clean. Baptized in the glare of a television screen. You want an angel? You get a ghost. You want a ghost? You get the host. We're not in love until until we we break. break. Break! We're not alive Break! until we break. Break! Break! Break!Break! [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] My heart is a carcass on display! Tell me where it hurts today! Burn me down in a vacuum tube— Begging for nails, begging for proof! Tell me I matter. Tell me it's real. Tell me there's something left to feel! [Outro] Hour after hour, Staring into the glass. All the wires, All the power— Did it matter to you? Did it matter to you? Did it matter at all? [Hard Stop]
