When you're rife with devastation
There's a long [bad word] explanation
You're an alien's creation
Stuck inside a froggy gut

And whichever way they play it
Know that we won't [bad word] 
We'll go through the chatlog pages
'Till we know just what is up

When I was a little kiddy, a meteor shower over took my city
I traveled to another plane, 
planet filled with Wind and Shade
So, I climbed one thousand tiers
An echeladder connoisseur

Now, everyone is toast
And my girlfriend is a ghost
But I still love the movie Con Air 

When you've irons in the fire
And your loved ones have "retired" 
Don't abscond, just stay and strife
Until the battle [bad word] 

'Cause the Condesce hypnotizes 
And the whole world agonizes
Ectochildren stop your crying
And just sing along with me