This Is The Best Lobotomy I've Ever Had

We threw a party at the morgue and
With the pounding beat of a thousand stomping feet
We rose the dead
And swore we'd never do it again.

Why do we pick apart these flowers called rue?
Regret is my middle name
And I don't know yours but it can't be pretty
So smash your phone and get back in the game.

Wake up in all white to find
Your organs on the shelf in jars of formaldehyde
But where's my conscience honey?
Did you leave it behind in the grave when it died?

Give me your keys, I'll crash this hearse
Into a heap of arteries and a nuclear facility
And we'll watch the pretty lights
As we die laughing at a joke that was never funny.

Well, they'll throw a party for us at the morgue and
Maybe with the pounding beat of their ghostly stomping feet
They'll raise the dead
And we'll do it all again.

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[Marie]

I'm afraid I didn't understand this..but if it deals with a lobotomy, maybe it isn't to be understood...