Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock
I said
Cato, play with my head
I won't know the difference
If we're
Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me
What
Nihilists with good imaginations
I am satisfied hiding in our friend's
I'm in a crisis, I need help
Come on mood shift,
How you wanna tag my style
I am so superior
How you
The past is a grotesque animal
And in its eyes you
I spent the winter on the verge
Of a total breakdown
My, my, you busted me
Like a Robocop, strike me
With your
You're no different from the prints that crease the wires
Or
We just want to emote 'til we're dead
I know we
She says I'm boring her camera
It takes more to delight
