Terminally Your Aborted Ghost - Minimalistic Objectivity Lyrics

A diabetic dance of grave digging daggers.
Cadavers of list consulting lion keepers, drugged awake.
Inspect pickled proximal, panic-traced timetables taught under top-heavy tiptoes.
Bulging bilge of body types transferred onto tight knit tendrils of tendons.
Those naked unfed sides hinge bare in over-exposed daughter-white skin.