The Liturgy of Aisle Nine

[Intro]
[Hook]
The PLU is the key
To the garden of deity
The sticker is the seal
Of everything that is real
[Verse]
Peel back the neon green
Reveal the god unseen
Number four-zero-one-one
Under the fluorescent sun
The Granny Smith is a queen
In a world of synthetic sheen
Adhesive souls on the skin
Where the plastic prayers begin
[Pre-Chorus]
Polyethylene wings in the air
Dancing without a care
Caught in a shopping cart breeze
Floating above the frozen peas
The handles stretch and they tear
In a wild and silent prayer
[Chorus]
Oh, the stickers are sigils of old
Stories the checkout has told
From the kale to the pear
There is magic everywhere
In the barcode's cold stare
The secrets we never shared
[Breakdown]
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The scanner starts to weep
Deep. Deep. Deep.
Promises we couldn't keep
[Verse]
The laser light turns red
Words that were never said
He loves her dented side
Nowhere for love to hide
Station number seven sighs
Looking through electronic eyes
Chickpeas in a brine of tears
Waiting for a thousand years
[Bridge]
Yellow turns to spotted gold
I am growing very old
The counter is a lonely stage
I’ve reached my final age
Bruises bloom like dark flowers
Counting down the final hours
The smoothie is my only fate
Served upon a porcelain plate
[Chorus]
Oh, the stickers are sigils of old
Stories the checkout has told
From the kale to the pear
There is magic everywhere
In the barcode's cold stare
The secrets we never shared
[Verse]
The parking lot is a sea
Where the grocery bags go free
Tumbling through the gray asphalt
It’s nobody’s really fault
The wind is a hollow ghost
Moving from the coast to coast
Carrying the plastic ghosts
Of the things we love the most
[Post-Chorus]
The PLU is the key
To the garden of deity
The sticker is the seal
Of everything that is real
[Outro]