If things don't get less armageddon like
I might have to eat my own best friend tonight
Your calling matters not, to all things
That can't withstand a single-story falling
Or textbook mauling
Or long talks about themselves and the egalitarian
Gross sprawl of all faults and hells
They live in they them this it
(On and on and on eclipse with no kids)
And I don't know where rent is
If things don't get less armageddon like
You'll be forced to eat your only friend tonight
If things don't get less armageddon like
You'll be forced to eat your only friend tonight
It's broader than you are un-wed
Like all them friends you've had for ten
And still don't know you yet
Like a death threat etched on a Faberge egg
I am so not in love with this shit
All us symmetrical cysts, respectively killing to live
All off of largely each other, and what if's
When asked, how we'll roll
Without our heart and soul
They'll be told
Hard as shhhhh
That's how its always been
We ants get backs until they quit
If things don't get less armageddon like
You'll be forced to eat your only friend tonight
If things don't get less armageddon like
You'll be forced to eat your only friend tonight
If things don't get less armageddon like
I might have to eat my own bestfriend tonight
If things don't get less armageddon like
I might have to eat my own bestfriend tonight
If things don't get less armageddon like
I might have to eat my own bestfriend tonight
If things don't get less armageddon like
I might have to eat my own bestfriend tonight