The word love is nothing like the word confetti,
you can't just throw it around in the air like that for fun
For fun, Are you sad, now I can hardly tell
If you're being tortured momentarily you're most likely searching for a new [bad word] Drippin' wet with something savory I,
insert a token of salutation for you to remember me by

The experiments have no names
And surely no purposes
You can call it a tradition
But they don't really sting that bad now anyhow
Get back on that icy extermination table,
after all, It's only your first audition,
it's only your first audition!

Man I can't wait to see the failing premiere
Chats with Japura are not what they really appear,
Showed her photos of herself
The river formed a slightly, deformed crest

She told me living is just a placement exam, to find the best
Rearrange their legs, anxious florists He is a glacier
Camellia's a fault line. Small white ivories gash her knuckle, [bad word] against their bodies and mine.

You want them to all know your name, You tell me when
The cameras still rolling and there's ten hungry waiting men.