We played for waste,
everyone spitting our their toxic distaste.
It grew beyond it's natural state.
Manifested into abysmal collaborated fate.

Our heartbeats broke the tape, ******* our heads on
all just falling like flies, and my cigarettes are all gone.
My souls stapled on the leaves, so the wind can carry me on home.
It'll take me through time, *beauty of nothing will make all smile.