don’t stay with us, Mary
friends are out of style
we’re the chain parade
we will walk you down the aislenever say your sorry
truth is versatile
we’re the gold blockade
we enslave you with a smileraging static in your mind
this dramatic is divine
censors working overtimerevolutionary
catwalks on the moon
we’re the masquerade
you will meet our maker soongrace us with a steady
disregard in tune
choke a serenade
with a plastic silver spoonand a ghost on the train of this dead wreck song
fame is desecrated
with polite decline
we got our soul on the cruise control with the name of a ticket home this timefate just complicates it
silence as a sign
we’re on a date with an interstate where the road is a part of the highway rhymeraging static in your mind
charismatic is a crime
waste your metal on mankindwe will wait in the rain with fake jazz nickname
we will save your mind
we call apathy design
you’ll be blessed by seven roses on your way home
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