another monday morning,
a pot of coffee.
(you never throw a change-up.)
God bless the good caffeine
as the one accepted demon
you`re never letting go of...
a smile on your face befits your place
(MTV`s the running joke that everybody knows)
we have our little ways to waste our days...
light, urban, terrorism.
we`re burning the new gods.
page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you`re welcome to my machine.
page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you`re welcome to my machine.
take up all your free time
listening to b-sides
and find a new messiah.
we`re mixing the solution,
calling it cold fusion.
tell me, can you dig that?
starting out ascent
we then begin
(we`re only getting higher.)
tell someone to speak up
of what we`re in need of.
"the warriors killed cyrus."
blaming it off on me