Don't make haste on the sidewalk
Regardless if there's a food truck,
The clippers turned up to eleven
All of this a concoction for destruction.
Bright blonde will blindside
The fast biker with nine lives,
With flashing sirens you'll realize
Your life flashes in your eyes.
At nineteen we are so dumb
There are consequences for our fun,
A four-thousand dollar car ride
With no champagne or cigars to light.
Bleeding in the brain is foreign,
3 days without walking
I'm useless to you.
Elbow, apple, penny, zebra; No don't tell me x4
Obama, car-wash, Cleveland, zero; I can't remember x4
Track Name: Stage 6
No prophecies are guiding me
Contrary to popular beliefs
If fate was certain,
What would be the point of choices?
In a blind study one could see,
That humans are the ugliest of beings.
Take an ordinary an un-extraordinary individual
We have ruthless anger wars of fervor a magnetic moral compass,
So let the greedy media tell you what is right and what is wrong
If you knew Kholberg he'd tell you it's not dictated by our laws.
So I'll wade in to the bay
Leave my keys and wallet,
Somewhere where you can find them.
The Boston Harbor is so cold in February
My bloated body will get trapped in an Eddie,
Don't let my children, see my remains.