[Lyric] Melt (Ian Ridenhour)

[Verse 1:]
My birth certificate has an expiration date
Policeman said to me, I'm dead in three days
There ain't two ways about it
No there ain't no way around it!
I'll get the will written up when I'm dead

I'm chasing allegories 'round Edward Gorey's grave
I wait for sleep to come and dreamin' out the
Circles 'round my vision
It's like shackles for the livin'
Or more appropriately [?] dead

[Chorus:]
Sweaty palms been startin' to get me down
You take my hand and tell me no one can hurt me now
It's kind of strange, your presence [?] and I've felt
Made of ice-y grip, your touch I melt

[Verse 2:]
I'm stuck in purgatory, my mind has lost control
He's coming quickly now
I'm decomposing faster than Mozart
But that's a goddamn work of Art
Yeah, I'll see you when you're chilling in hell
[Chorus:]
Sweaty palms been startin' to get me down
You take my hand and tell me no one can hurt me now
It's kind of strange, your presence [?] and I've felt
Made of ice-y grip, your touch I melt. (x2)

[Interlude]
This was no accident
This was no accident
This was no accident
This was no accident

[Verse 3:]
I don't play with accidentals when I'm cheating God
The root, the fifth is all I need
He's never been the sharpest in the toolbox
If I turn in when I'm on top
Of the foodchain, pass me a knife

(Yeah a steak knife! Yeah its [?] I'm just gonna take a couple bites!)

[Chorus:]
Sweaty palms been startin' to get me down
You take my hand and tell me no one can save me now
It's kind of strange, your presence [?] and I've felt
Made of ice-y grip, your touch I melt
Sweaty palms been startin' to get me down
You take my hand and tell me no one can save me now
It's kind of strange, your presence [?] and I've felt
Made of ice-y grip, your touch I melt

I Melt!
I Melt!

I Melt! I Melt! I Melt!

This was no accident
This was no accident
This was no accident
This was no accident