The body's a temple for heavier metal and forever chemicals
A future-proofed ghost town
Curse words carved in the playground
White noise that resounds
It's an ancient oil painting of that brain in repose
They're the birds that build their nests in all of the Home Depots
Living in here rent-free, talking like they know me
You are going to have to deal with all this
Okay, sure, I'll get right on that, promise
You are going to have to deal with all this
Okay, sure, I'll get right on that, promise
Nihilist trust-fall into the paywall of endless potential
You'll lose the urge to self destruct, but
Fear not, we know that you're still punk as fuck
You'll lose the urge to self destruct, but
Fear not, we know that you're still punk as fuck
You'll lose the urge to self destruct, but
Fear not, we know that you're still punk as fuck
