Lines and lines of existing vanity
Piles and piles of imaginary victory
Layer after layer of brutal fabrication
Traveling crystals that float around
Is it wrong to want to fight?
Twisting heads with to much butter
Pull them off and find no better
A knob to twist them back on
Twist and twist of amazing gullibility
Decorate your ornaments with more ornaments
Kiss after kiss the memory divides
I'm sorry I'm sorry
Sloth is obtained
I refuse to twist and kiss your intellectual, doltishness
I would much rather lay here and ruin my state from no sunlight
So walk away your head in hand
I don't wanna clean up the invisible stench
Hand me my tea by the way
I'm quite thirsty I must say
