Tonight the [bad word] are infected, we're on our way
As if they drop by to see me u-n-i-n-v-i-t-e-d
And i am a walflower, mabe a better father
This is a job
For seconds I miss the bentleys
Today maybe they'll call,
You describe every prison you pass through them all
Then he asked you for your head and I vowed to burn your bed
Try to pretend, but this is your life,
somehow, it feels right

I'm calling this evolution, I'm falling for institution
Warm submision enveloping you

Tomorrow I'll survive the questions
Knives buried with cold indifference
My world is [bad word] redered by you
Here [bad word] again, I could never find the words
So I disguised them in verse
Until [bad word] out dumb and wrong,
The simplest song, if you sing along

Mary me Kristen, mary me Kristen I want to be the only one

I'm pating a revolution, I'm falling for institution warm colors enveloping blue

Shot [bad word] in a warm convention,
Medicinal injection, 36 years ended by you.

Tonight the [bad word] are infected, we're on our way