With no warning, Its all alarming but im charming.
Theres no harm in disarming.
Revive him. Im trying. Ive sworn to be lying
We are not destined for dying
Out of the frying pan, into that lying clam
One day deny who i am
The last surviving man To understand
Even the thunder is planned
Just wondering, Inquiring
When the motherfuckers Gonna start the fire again
Reboot the system
They are rude. They won’t listen. Or miss them
They’re on a mission
Towards nonexistence
Everyones fucked, Till then, we fuck. Whats all the fuss?
Balls got to nut.
Till it all goes bust
Some call it lust
I prefer
Love