[Intro]
Bodies on the floor
They keep mine warm
Someone at the door

[Verse 1]
When did this pile appear
I don't recognise the faces or the eyes or ears
John and Jane Does in plain clothes, let's
Keep the cold case closed, the sound of silence what I like to hear
Simply double while I puff the smoke ciggy
Sipping rum and coke, dizzy
Sitting stuff and post jiffy's
With another blows kidney, it's a
Bad habit, and I suffer socially
Public speaking isn't easy when you're Buffalo Billy
Trouble roams with me, in the alleyways twitching
'Cause I'm over caffeinated over panic, and I come spaced out
Another planet, mate
Prayers looking taste, it made me salivate
Fuck a salad plate
I need someone's tongue for my pallets taste
I don't need a French kiss
Clutching on your pearls 'cause I want you neckless
Couldn't see your blood from beyond the red mist
No one's picking you, just leave a message
[Chorus]
Bodies on the floor
They keep mine warm
There's someone at the door
Don't let 'um in, don't let 'um in
There's nothing to see here
No, no, no
Just bodies on the floor
So keep the door closed
Don't rot into the core (everywhere I go)
A trail of gone (everyone is dead)
Who's at the door?
Don't let 'um in, don't let 'um in
There's nothing to see here
Nothing, I know
Just bodies on the floor
Bodies, bodies, bodies

[Verse 2]
Buried hatchets piling in the garden, green likely killer
Red jacket, sliding in the darkened street, might get Thriller
Scared, vacant, pale faces, they're whiter than Ice Vanilla
Trapped souls, they gasp, don't, but not quoting Bryson Tiller
Catch Him if You Can, run-run into the Forest
It's the thrill of the chase, I love-love it to be honest
'Nother bone in the closet, I'm sick, condition is chronic
Only go is to take a metal fork to stick in a socket
[Bridge]
Well, I don't know how to show restrain
When your last breath is my novocaine
No, I don't know how to show restrain
When your last breath is my novocaine

[Chorus]
Bodies on the floor
They keep mine warm
There's someone at the door
Don't let 'um in, don't let 'um in
There's nothing to see here
No, no, no
Just bodies on the floor
So keep the door closed
Don't rot into the core (everywhere I go)
A trail of gone (everyone is dead)
Who's at the door?
Don't let 'um in, don't let 'um in
There's nothing to see here
Nothing, I know
Just bodies on the floor
Bodies, bodies, bodies