I've been at the fool for far too long
take my keys I don't wanna go back home
When did forts become pitchforks
When did wrong turns turn into world wars
If I asked you to **** me would your eyes get wider
fire with fire doesn't sound so dire
**** me softly **** me kindly
Philosopher, philosopher oh where is your phosphorus
the fatherlands aren't what we thought they were
Plant your flag then take it back, insomniac
I'm your washrag, yeah I'm your washrag
wash away your filth just like that
You're the reason why people get high
never mind the wasps ******* my thoughts
butterflies are drowning in my gut
we just wanna feel loved
I'm the moth seeking dust