Cultivating junkies
Radioactive monkeys
Under the witch's spell
We're oblivious, can't you tell?
Heroic little toads
Carry twice as many loads
As the horny saviours
Who get off an bad behavior
Music is to those
Who drop their morals to strike a pose
A means to escape
The broken harmony that is their fate
We lost because they've won
Watch souls unravel and come undone
Too much thinking breaks their backs
We've torn up some good tracks
Excuse this lazy runner
Beware the eyes of summer
We drown in murky pools
As fish swim in public schools
This is the vomit we're made of
Cover it with facials and make-up
But it's okay, we'll be alright
Just hang in there for another fight
Too much wear and tear
Causes cumulitive repair
This crimson crusifix is wrong
Depressed is our latest song
Mother Annabella Mary-Mariah Stella
Please stop trying to save us

 
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