We just want to emote till we're dead
I know we suffer for fashion or whatever
We don't want these days to ever end
We just want to emasculate them forever
Pretty sirens don't go flat
It's not supposed to happen like that
Not like that
We've got to keep it physical
When our tele's are 6 hours away
Please call to say that you miss me, feel me or whatever
Vicissitudes are boxing our heads
Like they just want to emaciate them forever
We've got to keep our little click clicking at 130 b.p.m. it's not too slow
If we've got to burn out let's do it together
Let's all melt down together