this is a picture postcard greetings from wherever i am i ve been handled and perused by second hand men in hand me down shoes you want me to sing you a song what key do you want it in ive got perfect pitch i ve got perfect pitch dress and doll me up dress and doll me up dress and doll me up and i ll assume your role dissect me dont you disappoint me you can lay me on your table and cut me up with your scalpel i ll slip on the concrete just to get it right i m your fool of all fools trapped in grammatical errors we re all prison pent now we re all prison pent monsters make love in my closet with skeletons the doors wide open these words are recorded from black lungs these words are recorded from black lungs you can t hug a photograph or kiss a melody but you can still relive memories i m encased in tattered transparencies and worn out grooves smoothed out by use from a needle tracing impressions of direction you can pick up my broken body dust me off remember that i tried remember that we all tried maybe this time the words will make sense is it so hard to lose your thoughts like mine embalms the mind with painless numbing novacaine neverminds nevermind maybe this time the notes will fit in tune maybe this time the words will make sense is it so hard to lose your thoughts like mine with painless numbing novacaine neverminds nevermind nevermind nevermind nevermind nevermind nevermind nevermind nevermind nevermind nevermind nevermind nevermind i am the emulsion i am the emulsion dead letters still can speak i am the emulsion i am the emulsion dead letters still can speak we are not unique but we still can pretend as long we stand on the shoulders of shadows of giants that were never there you can cleanse me you can cleanse me your melodies and harmonies erase me you can cleanse me you can cleanse me your melodies and harmonies erase me