We can still see our
golden hearts
We
won't leave
till none of
these can't
We'll burn our
life
and try,
try to cure it But we'll keep on crashing down our bones
Take a segment of your brain And remove all of the stains
We will stop protecting the air vents You just burned
Take a segment of your brain And replace it with a vase
And we'll contradict your working screens And our decisions
And we'll try,
try to cure it
But we'll keep on crashing down our bones
I don't think
Everything
Everything is getting plasti
All the old
Everything
Everything
Everything is getting Plasti
And you
Don't think
Everything
Everything is getting Plasti
Everything
