I want to be happier
Like those open bars
Cameras smiling

Look at our brand new jeans
Designed to deceive
Mocking the poor

Plastic colored sunglasses
Dead of day
We're over paid

Give me a chance to tell you
All about Eve
I hope I'll kill you

Someone rescue me
and throw me into
A vegan sweet shop

On a lonely hill
Self powered
In a snow storm

I want to breathe in the pines
Make my own coloring books
From natural causes

I scream in my head

1 ticket to hell

Synthetic stalking

My eyes are burning

Criminal

And it's allowed

The paying man has a budget to plan

And it's okay, I just got paid

Time to buy another round

Of my favorite brew

The one I saw

Right next to the picture of you

The one I love

The one I want to hold

Licking my lips

Begging for more

It's alright because you're here

Looking at me with my beer

I have you in my hand

Talking at you from another land

There's so much more that could be true

But I'm still looking at this picture of you

Come at me Jesus, with your mighty hand

Strike me down to the nearest church

In this new world I will guide thee

Into a forum where you can speaketh the word

Like a turd

Just a word

And when they delete your account

Nobody will care

And you and me, honey, will meet again

On another site

With suns, moons, babies and liquor

And we'll be friends

I see you run through the gamet

I see you sitting in the tunnel
Ready to take off on your own

Into the fables of lore

You are on your own

We stand and gaze at the moment

We’re just keeping your seat warm

Waiting for the hope we can’t kill

It pays us too well

And so you must go on

While we believe otherwise

Chickens in our black shoes

Bullets in our hearts

Sometimes we will laugh like you

Sometimes we will not

And so you must go on

To official eternity

With your cufflinks gold

And your hair so bold

To the earth

To the sky

To the fire in your belly

White collar crimes a plenty

Be gone

Be gone

Be gone to the window

Waiting down below

A surrendering ship is circling

With your wife and children as captains

Will you walk the plank?

Take another avenue

And we’ll see you again

At the next trade show

Dusted off and miraculously

Recovered and red

Otherwise you would be dead

And so you must go on your own

Through these dangers

Through these dollars and souls

An incredible slavery

When you’re gone

And you’ll leave

We will be honored to know you

Through your haunted dreams

So please

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