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   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