pure [idealism]

[Intro - instrumental, sweet dreamy shimmer] [Verse 1 - clean, no stutters, proud] remove all processed sentiment cold pressed and certified and clean no additives from other hands no residue of where youve been I watch them eat their poison bread their birthday cakes their table wine their laughing mouths their careless hands they have no idea whats in the brine [Chorus] pure nothing to contaminate pure nothing left on the plate pure this is the correct appetite [Verse 2 - stutters appearing] they looked so full at Sunday dinner they looked so w-warm I looked away I have read every label twice I have been so— they just sat down they just sat down they laughed at something I cant name a kind of hunger I cant— [Bridge - darkwave, ceremonial, unnervingly clean] this is the discipline this is the ritual remove and purify remove and purify they will not last they will not last the list grows clean [Chorus - structure collapsing] pure nothing to contaminate pure nothing left on the— pure pure pure nothing left [Outro - glitch over fading shimmer] they looked so full best consumed alone they just sat down st-store away from heat they laughed at something shelf life indefinite serves one serves