Digital campfire
Spinning the sonnets
I get it so often
Well they sold me out
And called me a liar
How can I get up again?
How'd you get so soured?
May I remind you
You bathe in what I make
Your ability is worn out
Objective expired
Well, I'll keep you meter-maided
I'll keep you meter-maided
I'll keep you meter-maided
I'll keep you meter-maided
Dir-ah, dir-ah, dir-ah, dir-ah
Dir-ah, dir-ah, dir-ah, dir-ah
We will make a song destroy
We will make a song destroy
We will make a song destroy
We will make a song destroy
Can't evolve past
Certain notes
No one knows me
You should know
Paint it all with
Certain strokes
Save us all with
Folks who know
To know
We will make a song destroy
We will make a song destroy
We will make a song destroy
We will make a song destroy
Destroy
Destroy
