The dark blindfold of Lust Bleeds cold mistrust
What's foretold just misleads to finally not care
As the bold, plant the seeds, of how we will fare
As our perpetual bait breeds stereotypical fate

Question who you are before we wander too far
We'll journey in the car, just like fireflies in a jar
Adventure encroaches and ****** approaches
We shall come together like birds of a feather

Both just simple Products of blissful optimism
Until the date of that fateful fantastic Cataclism
We all stray until the day we are lost and pray
Faithful graceful servants of this tasteful earth