Suicide notes are sang in poetry
Why would I mind a part of me
One, two, three, here comes the cavalry
Tearing apart our colonies

Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic
Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic

Pour me gasoline and ambiens
Your words salt the seas and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Pour me gasoline and ambiens
Your words salt the seas and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Oh, well

Terminal cells in constant symmetry
Let it all out you're made to please
On your knees in dead artilleries
Buried alive in magazines

Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic
Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic

Pour me gasoline and ambiens
Your words salt the seas and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Pour me gasoline and ambiens
Your words salt the seas and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Oh, well

Pour me gasoline and ambiens
Your words salt the seas and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Pour me gasoline and ambiens
Your words salt the seas and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Oh, well