The body's a temple for heavier metal and forever chemicals A future-proof ghost town Curse words carved in the playground White noise that resounds It's an ancient oil painting of the brain in repose They're the birds that build their nests inside of the Home Depots Living in here rent-free, talking like they know me You are gonna have to deal with all this Okay, sure, I'll get right on that, promise You are gonna have to deal with all this Okay, sure, I'll get right on that, promise A nihilist trust-fall into the paywall of endless potential You'll lose the urge to self-destruct, but Fear not, we know that you're still punk as fuck You'll lose the urge to self-destruct, but Fear not, we know that you're still punk as fuck You'll lose the urge to self-destruct, but Fear not, we know that you're still punk as fuck