Last Rites Video (MV)

I sit listening to music
Pushing pins under my skin
Just to see it die
I watch people walk the street
Strong and tall, and I punch the wall
Until my knuckles bleed

I am self-destructing
In this drafty room
I've hoarded lots of newspapers
To decorate my tomb
My tomb

I've got a stock of Mason jars
Set for storage of my organs
When I finally die
I've been sleeping in the cupboard
It's dark and close
And what matters the most is
It's already full of filth

I am self-destructing
In this drafty room
I've hoarded lots of newspapers
To decorate my tomb
My tomb

No one in this building will know that I am gone
Until the smell is unmistakable
And no one here will waste a second on grief
My death will surely only bring relief
Because everybody knows

That I am self-destructing
In this drafty room
I've hoarded lots of newspapers
But I have no one to prepare me
And so I will die alone and naked
And let this place become my tomb
My tomb
My tomb
My tomb