Lyrics: Playwright in My Bed

This page is reserved for the lyrics to the track "Playwright in My Bed", written and performed by American metal band Triple Seven. It is song #9 off the outfit's fifth studio album Finding Enjoyment in Chaos, as well as the LP's second single.
==Lyrics==
Ain't this a bitch?
I've built this hay of scripts
The room became a novella
Mommy always pours flesh into the cup 
At this moment cry joyful tears
Every 365 days the aquarium leaves the void
"Put the pen to paper," Mommy struggled
As she bled her last
This is it
(Fin)
Your story left me content
No place
(Beware)
No place nor time for uninvited guests
Bereft of names and horse sense
Small wonder the audience loves suspense
Once a contortionist, now a writer
Catch a playwright and ask yourself...
"Did I get jam on the preamble?"
This is it
(Fin)
Your story left me content
No place
(Beware)
No place nor time for uninvited guests
Rubbing ink all over my tongue
Beginnings, middles, and ends stupefy
This bed turned comfortably wet
My rep will never go to the dogs
Rid my sight, poser playwrights
Scissors cut paper, paper covers rock
Pencil and paper will soon reign supreme
Nakedness is the holy grail
==Track details==
*Length: 3:19
*Genre: Avant-garde metal
*Producer: Ben Schigel
*Performed by: Triple Seven
;Triple Seven are...
*Ash Erickson – lead vocals, lyrics
*Ray Drieberg - lead guitar, spoken word outro
*Skylar Vega - bass guitar, keyboard
*Chance Bottings - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
*Micah Trevant - drums, percussion
Category:Triple Seven
Category:Lyrics: Finding Enjoyment in Chaos