[Intro]
Mm

[Verse]
We'll rig our clothes
We'll scrape our knees
We'll taste the scraps of you and me
The innocence of purity
Is forced by love and war you see
We're anti-meta, this is the truth
It's true of the fountain of youth
But now I'm done, I am complete
Unleashed by full insanity
Blown off the port by a sinister door
The uncertainty that blocks the sun
I'm in parole of my own soul
And it's hard to exersome control

[Bridge]
(Ah) The chattering of my soul
Is the price I pay the undertaker
To lead me straight down to a black hole
Where I'm in the spinning around
Around

[Outro]
To the ringmasters deafening sound
A madness of your voice in my phone
My mind is on vacation
Leave a message after the
Tone