"Trash Crusade"

lyrics written by Matt Seay vocals and music created with Suno lyrics: [Verse 1] Midnight march Plastic armor in my hand Dripping ghosts of dinners Gray noodles, cold fat, congealed plans Rotten lemon grins Chicken bones like snapped-off fangs Milk turned to toxic silk Rising up in curdled fangs It hits my teeth A sour, greasy cloud Mold-bloom breath Crawling through my nose, screaming loud I drag it down the hall This sagging, leaking sack of sin Every step a fresh exhale Of week-old, rank regret and skin [Chorus] Take out the trash I’m the saint of decay Bag by bag I drag your waste away Take out the trash Let the filth obey Kneel to the reek As I purge another day (hey!) [Verse 2] Second bag hisses Cans clank like rusted chains Coffee mud and soggy filters Black sludge dreams circling the drain Orange rinds bleeding Half a burger, green with spite Flies already naming it Their kingdom in the flickering light Stale beer breath Hot, sour, crawling up my throat Onion sweat and fishbone stench So thick it wears a coat I hoist it like a corpse Plastic stretching, veins of slime The hallway’s now a tunnel Of humid, rancid crime [Chorus] Take out the trash I’m the saint of decay Bag by bag I drag your waste away Take out the trash Let the filth obey Kneel to the reek As I purge another day (woah) [Verse 3] Last bag, heavy Dead weight of a rotten week Fruit collapsed into itself Brown bruised pulp, too soft to speak Pizza box cemetery Cheese welded to cardboard bones Eggshell shrapnel Yolk scars dried into stone Banana peels sweating Sweet rot, thick as glue Air tastes like a warm cough Sticky, bitter, chewing through I shoulder all this failure Lift the stink above my chest (hey!) Every breath a filthy sermon To the god of pointless mess [Chorus] Take out the trash I’m the saint of decay Bag by bag I drag your waste away Take out the trash Let the filth obey Kneel to the reek As I purge another day [Outro] Steel door shrieks Dumpster looms like judgment night I heave the first bag up Ready for the cleansing rite But the lid won’t move Jammed tight, packed past the brim Trash mountain grins back Lip of filth, walls slick and grim I stare into the overflow Bags on bags, a rotting throne All this reek I carried here Now has nowhere to be thrown I stand there breathing poison Sweat and garbage, locked in place Whisper through my grinding teeth “The world’s too full of waste.” [Outro] (half-time stomp) Bags at my feet Dumpster crowned in decay I took out the trash But there’s nowhere left To throw it away