Lucean,
Im so tired of flesh and blood
My lord has grown so vile
Shamefullness descends upon the shoulders
Kicking the corpse untill the fun wares off

Bleeding septums and S41
Talking needs to the [bad word] up
Rich boys they just need a hand or hand down
From papa

Wouldnt it be too divine
With a start, middle and an end
Wouldnt it be too divine 
If we could see a way out

Wouldnt it be too divine
With a start, middle and an end
Wouldnt it be too divine 
If we could see a way out

Theres a blizzard in the after hours bars
Raining my way down the strand
Who are these [bad word] in the red bow [bad word] it for the rest of us

Self content for the young, the younger beset
that hirstoy will always eat itself
Rich boys they just need a hand 
or a good old fashioned war

Wouldnt it be too divine
With a start, middle and an end
Wouldnt it be too divine 
If we could see a way out

Wouldnt it be too divine
With a start, middle and an end
Wouldnt it be too divine 
If we could see a way out