A little maniac
A little head disease
He made it half the way
Exploiting memories
A little end around A little fold and crease
He's turning hand to mouth
Into on a shopping spree
We'll be enemies of everything
It won't be anything like apathy
And we'll make our name on broken dreams
We'll burn the fields and drain the seas
Tore the skirt from her
If my eyes were fire
Yours are laser beams
But she made the best
From what clever brings
And she's half of one and what she chose to be
We'll be enemies of everything
It won't be anything like apathy
And we'll make our name on broken dreams
Burn the fields and drain the seas
Personality like tepid water
Expecting treatment like an epic martyr
Father figure like a glass that shatters
Making menus out of silent daughters
Anything like that

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