Orange earth and a Spanish sun, the paints still runny  Nice day for castration of a brick red stallion  Assume I'm a choirboy, cause I'm right here waiting  Influenced by Weimar  Hey genre are you lonely? We go in ripe  The growth inside, is unconditional  To start it right  Eventful nights  Need conversational highs  Lows  The rain it sits down on a charcoal city  Model in a chaise lounge, prepares for a pose  A splash of red wine, in a vacuous hole  Music is my Dada  Judas is my daddy  Screw the poppy emo  Poppy's meant for smoking  I flew down running to get more of the same