When the toxins took a stand
Leaving no man
Making plans
To make plans
Infiltrate morning when I wipe my eye
See the flowers clearly
On their blurred out ****** cry
Infection in the air
Wait, let me make a plan
Bandolier of alcohol sanitizer, masks and soup in a can
No no no
We can do better
Let’s make a plan
That stomach ache anxiety can’t disband
Pick everything that grows from the sand
Let’s make a plan
To bring food, a tent and artificial light
Tie the fire to a rope to a stick to a protection circle torchlight
Makeshift night spirit bout
When the sand runs out
We got a lot more salt
Keep it on the lowdown
Let’s make a plan
No it’s not a cult