Patented:
My brain is on fire and,i can't put it out no.
the toad is frollicking in the garden, of gold.
What the hell is happening, well i don't know,
but it sure beats the hell out of that, same old road.
Killing the main fling in the eyes of the nation yeah,
Flirting with death is the in thing, and it's catching on.
Bequeeth to me, your tragic lies. Blow the candles out, erase your mind.
Starry eyes seep into your soul, like a fountain of youth, it never gets old.
Corday rose from her chair, Marat he was unaware,
piercing into his beating heart,the sound of a loud blair.
Revolution for society's sake is a chestnut on a fire,
frollicking in the eden of man's own tragic desires.
Killing the main fling for the offering to the nation.
Flirting with death for the offering to the nation, yeah.
Bequeeth to me, your tragic lies. Blow the candles out, erase your mind.
Starry eyes seep into your soul, like a fountain of youth, it never gets old.
