At the Drive-In | Lyrics | One Armed Scissor

Yes this is the campaign
Slithered entrails in the cargo bay
A neutered is the vastness
Hallow vacuum check the oxygen tanks

They hibernate but have they kissed the ground
Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now
Tease this amputation
Splintered larynx, it has access now

Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor

Cut away, cut away
So send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away

Banked on memory, mummified circuitry
Skin graft machinery, sputnik sickles found in the seats
Self-destruct sequence, this station is non-operational
Species growing, bubbles in an IV loitering

Unknown origins, is this the comfort of being afraid?
Solar eclipsed, black out the vultures as they wait
Unknown, unknown, unknown, unknown, yeah

Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor

Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away

Dissect a trillion sighs away, will you get this letter?
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins, I write to remember
'Cause I'm a million miles away, will you get this letter?
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins, I write to remember

I write to remember, I write to remember

Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor

Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away, cut away, cut away
Cut away, cut away