Standard (EADGBE)

We could legalise our heads, darling

We could advertise the piecemeal of our chests

We could recognise our debt

Just to overstep the costume of our sound

There's a course that crowns the able intent (woodloodododlllooo)

Any calling and we see how we fare

Things started breeding when we swerved off the page

The final hour of the juvie malaise was destined

To sassy violence Watch her slink with her groan

Oh pity that she cheated, We wasted all this time.

We learn our idols in their homes

We watch the eyes as they smile at themselves

We tried to understand their smells, Hoah

Cuffer solved it only after we get some names

There's a course that crowns the able intent

Any calling and we see how we fare

Things fell to pieces with the space of it all

For all the reasons I can barely recall

But have to, Refuel the wreckage,

stuck in questioning code

Dear God I tried to fix it

It's cut off diamonds, down and then,

Left to freeze in the cold

How did we get so dreadful weak? How do we not make a sound?

We scattered neatly into __ routine

From all the practise I can barely repeat

I watched it

The final moments of a mutinous dream

Face down in carnal treason

We wasted so much time