beauty in the prom king let it ring
shadows break through on the distant morn
curse the day you were actually born
it helps in life to wait your turn

the wheel is summond on Parkside High
the dry fly on the eye converse the flame
not having her in my arms is driving me insane
I search for barriers the blaze the evening top

everyone wants to be a cop
can't even cope when you have a fight with the soap on the rope
the forces that be
neglect such a terrific emergency

plug the temple beneath the frozen sod
minus the hell you served full reign in a mood
sharpen each barrier from a time explode