Cut It Up v2

[Verse 1] Typewriter grows teeth Keys made of bone Letters crawl off the page Searching for a host [Chorus] Feed the word Feed the word Feed the word Feed the word [Verse 2] A hallway filled with mirrors of tomorrow Each reflection missing one eye The calendar bleeding numbers Onto a floor of moving sand I met a man made of newspapers Headlines stapled to his skin He spoke in unfinished sentences That turned into birds mid-air Language melts in the pocket Of a coat I never owned Every door opens backward Into a room that hasn't happened yet [Chorus] Feed the word Feed the word Feed the word Feed the word [Verse 3] The sky into thin strips Files them under yesterday Through the moon, through the ceiling fan That spins until it forgets its name In the elevator, a sleeping animal Buttons labeled with lost years Press them all at once Arrive nowhere repeatedly [Bridge] Who is writing? Who is dreaming? Who is speaking through the wound? The city folds like paper lungs Breathing smoke instead of air Streetlights bloom like insects Around the skull of midnight [Guitar Solo] [Verse 4] The doctor wears a television face Prescribing frequencies instead of pills He says the past is contagious Do not touch the photographs I stop by accident Now time ticks in my throat And every word I try to say Comes out ten years too late History walks on broken legs Dragging chains of grammar rules Cut the sentence at the spine Let the meaning leak out slowly [Chorus] He said Christ of dreams Dream vice the city The city lights the body The body recognizes Feed the word Feed the word Feed the word Feed the word [Outro] Silence rearranges itself Silence rearranges itself Silence rearranges itself Silence rearranges itself [Verse 5] A hallway filled with mirrors of tomorrow Each reflection missing one eye The calendar bleeding numbers Onto a floor of moving sand I met a man made of newspapers Headlines stapled to his skin He spoke in unfinished sentences That turned into birds mid-air Language melts in the pocket Of a coat I never owned Every door opens backward Into a room that hasn't happened yet