"Hahahaha! Hello? Yes, this is Purgatory! The devil, speaking!"

My teeth are contraceptives
They keep the words inside my mouth
My seat's been ejected
Now I'm flying past your house

I feel tired and I think I'm done with trying
If everything was styrofoam
Love would cost a dime

Crime scene photos of a moth without its wings
Goes unnoticed
But it still hears everything

Smoke is heavy and I think I'm going blind
If everything was styrofoam
You'd still be on my mind

It's always midnight
And the day shift never starts
And I just pick fights
And I fall asleep in bars

I feel tired and I think I'm done with trying
If everything was styrofoam
I wouldn't be alive