Texty:
Star Fucking Hipsters Until We Re Dead

caught just before we got started no one slept through the crying haunting ghosts of our dearly departed these broken lives, "someday" we said but now you're

the evidence erased the victim' families had no case but all these fucking lies make the baby jesus cry 'cuz 9/11 was an inside job not a "fuck u.s.

as well and some of them read just like hell if your could be my only friend I'd cherish all the time we spend and though we're so infrequent now our

traumatized you hypnotize god-damn your eyes [x2] your fucking lies and their maps of conquest they chart the unknown seas and they're malicious gift

you lose and now we're in this fucked up future every stitch creates a snitch and this type of suture shouldn't hold so we must change up with the times

dream (we want it all) it's feudal subjugation (for one and all) no learning from the past (empires fall) when lies are education there was a time (there was a time) we