Interpret:

Every Time I Die

Album:

Gutter Phenomenon

This is a cause for celebration here in the belly of the swarm 
The situation demands that we raise our glasses in honor of the spokesman we've fixated to the floor 
Give us your headlines, hymns, and your saddest verse. You're not partnered with the half hearted anymore 
Our legs are spread wide open 
Our weary heads are splitting at the seams and we all know your proficient in the idioms of grief 
We are capable of the kind of love about which only the petrified can speak 
Concede him the microphone let him sing the triumphs of the frauds to all his loyal sycofanatics 
We all cater to the fire once the walls come rushing down for shame 
I can say it better than you felt it 
And I can be it bigger than you needed it 
I haven't spent a day of my life apart from the one everyone's read about 
I'll spark de-evolution 
I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines 
I've been fattened up for the guillotines 
Sweet talker, you're goddamn right I'm a blessed lamb 
I can show you how to have a good time 
I know why you came here, but neither of us will get what you want out of me 
This room has one too many laureates so I'm keeping my peace 
Every candidate ends his life with a cliche, and the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the grave 
I've been spoiled rotten 
Every thought I've authored has curdled 
Not everything is poetry but I can't convince you of that 
I've been drawn and quartered 
I've been twice picked over 
And it's sickening what you've come here today to celebrate 
Fuck yea we're gonna party tonight 
I am capable of the kind of love about which only the intoxicated and the California bound can weep