The words sound the same to me
Top knot crying through history
I won’t worry, it’s not me
And you’ll regret it
Some kind of god met on the way
House of death, loser
I promulgate lasting power
And now it’s over
The idea is all
We were out of time
It’s morally superior
Smile, and walk around
Becoming quiet, years alone
I can’t help but wonder why
We were sorry, out of time
It is forever
Don’t judge what he jokes about
Pictures and posters now
Booze and drugs, all around
And now it’s gone
The idea is all
We were out of time
It’s morally superior
Screwed up socially