The body's a temple for heavier metal and forever chemicals
A future-proof ghost town
Curse words carved in the playground
White noise that resounds
It's an ancient oil painting of the brain in repose
They're the birds that build their nests inside of the Home Depots
Living in here rent-free, talking like they know me
You are gonna have to deal with all this
Okay, sure, I'll get right on that, promise
You are gonna have to deal with all this
Okay, sure, I'll get right on that, promise
A 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
