Body for the Pile
clipping. Lyrics

And it's stains in the wainscotting
There are visible stains on the wooden paneling near the base of the wall

Cracks in the baseboard
There are cracks in the wooden board running along the base of the wall

Arachnid in the corner serving up face
There is a spider in one of the corners of the room that appears to be staring down its prey

Like whose house you think this is?
As if to ask the listener who they think the house belongs to

Prism vision in low light
Objects in the room take on a rainbow-like appearance in the dim lighting

Scan prison tats on the back of a low life lifeless
Examining tattoos on the back of a dead criminal

And a broke nose might just be done drippin'
Blood from a broken nose may have stopped flowing

Wet all night
The blood has been wet on the carpet for the entire night

It dries deep red on the off white carpet
The blood has now dried to a deep red color on the white carpet

And a soft light arcs just above arm height
A gentle beam of light illuminates the room from just above arm level

All white Vans placed on the floor
A pair of white sneakers are sitting on the ground

Pack of Pall Mall lights
There is a pack of cigarettes nearby

Bite marks on a half sandwich with no crust
The remnants of a sandwich show teeth marks and the crust has been taken off

Mustard and mayonnaise
The condiments used in the sandwich

Lettuce and red cold cuts
The sandwich filling consists of lettuce and red-colored cold cuts

Moonlight streams through window dust
The dusty window is letting in streams of moonlight

It floats up to the ceiling fan that creaks from rust
The dust particles float up towards the ceiling fan that is making creaking noises due to rust

As it labors to go around
The ceiling fan is struggling to rotate

Trying to catch that feeling
The singer imagines the fan is trying to capture a certain mood or atmosphere

And the paint on his base is peeling
The paint on the base of the wall is starting to come off

And the taste in the air is faint but there
There is a slight taste in the air, although it is not strong

Just enough that the rats are nearing
The rats are attracted to the scent in the air

Cause where there's blood there's feast and famine
Rats are drawn to blood, either to feast on it or because it signals a possible scarcity of food

Makes murder a meal
The presence of rats transforms a potentially horrific event like murder into a source of nutrition for the rodents

And the cheap wall clock will stop at one shot
At the time a gunshot is fired, the unreliable clock on the wall will stop working

So he knew it was time to kill
The singer suggests that the character knew that once the clock stopped, it was time for him to commit murder

Red and blue light spinning
Police lights are flashing red and blue

On the corner by the new fried chicken spot
The scene is near a recently-opened chicken restaurant

Cop car hopped the curb then absurdly hit the hydrant
A police car drove over the curb and crashed into a fire hydrant in an odd manner

Which wouldn't stop
The hydrant continues to spew water even when the police car is no longer hitting it

Spraying water that's dripping over the face
The water from the hydrant is spraying all over the face of a person, likely a victim

That's made its way through the windshield
The object that is being sprayed by the water has come through the broken windshield of a car

And cuttin' bleedin' the people leaving the scene and saying they never seen him
The water has also hit bystanders, causing cuts and bleeding, and they claim not to have seen what happened

Coming but he must have run the light, he never rolled
The victim is assumed to have run a red light before being hit by the police car and did not come to a stop afterward

Hand is reaching for the gun but couldn't get a hold
The victim may have been trying to reach for a gun but was unable to grab it

So, it's sitting limp up on the dash
The gun is now sitting on the dashboard, not being held by anyone

Overcast broken glass
The sky is overcast and there is shattered glass in the area

On the concrete the scent of gasoline
The air smells like gasoline around the area

Hovers over the motor smoke
Gasoline fumes are rising from the engine of a vehicle

And the single broken bicycle spoke wheel still protruding
A bicycle has been involved in the accident and the one remaining wheel has a broken spoke sticking out from it

The medics moving the little twisted body to bag it up
Emergency responders are moving the twisted, possibly dead, body to prepare it for transport

Detective notices the traffic camera then calls the station to back it up
A detective observing the scene sees a traffic camera and orders the station to get a copy of the footage

And somewhere the screams turn into sobs
The initial screams from bystanders have transitioned to cries of sadness and grief

And the sirens mix with the howls of dogs
The sound of ambulance sirens is blending with the howls of dogs in the area

And from the water the rolling fog
A fog is rising from the water in the area

Scented wet, it's the breath of God
The artist poetically describes the fog as being moist, and perhaps having divine qualities

They say in the greyscale city
People often say things about the bleak, monochromatic appearance of the city

Where the skies are scraped
The city's architecture is such that tall buildings reach up to the sky

And the days are pretty much shaded
The tall buildings create a lot of shade on the streets below, making the days darker

You never know the faithful, they walk and they pray
It is difficult to discern who in the city is religious, but some people still hold onto their faith and pray as they walk

And there's one less lung sucking air today so
Someone has died, and the air is now being breathed in by one less person

Bust one shot if your blood still pumping
If you are still alive and have blood flowing in your veins, fire a single shot

Bust two shots if you're really 'bout something
If you are truly committed to your cause, fire two shots as a signal

Three little pigs and they can't do nothing for the last time
The singer scoffs at others who may claim to have power or authority, but in reality, they are powerless

You can't run, you just a body for the pile, body for the pile
The singer predicts that whoever the listener is, they will inevitably meet a violent end and become just another piece in a pile of bodies

And you should probably take your last breath right about now
The artist suggests that the listener should resign themselves to death in the immediate future