One hit to get me started
I throw it all to the carpet
And no love need it abide it
Alright, what if you got it?
It's done beautification
You pawn asphyxiation
It's fiction, not alteration
Oh, God, look at the date
And bring the storm while we succumb
To us as this rarity in us
Brace now, a look at the walls
And a kick within from the screen
We don't have an opinion
We're just bodies of income
The T.V. is on the replay
And mom and dad are only drinkers
And bring the storm while we succumb
To us as this rarity in us