Lyrics (verse 1) This is a maniac verse Or maybe it isn’t. We celebrate the Worse Everytime it has risen. It is just from the curse From another fake prison. The future in past tense Which I’m sure I won’t live in (Chorus) Maybe, I just require Prebuilt weak bars on fire. It doesn’t make sense But my weird candle scents, Are Hating your romance And loving your hate glance, And you aren’t trying hard As the security guard. (verse 2) How can you be happy? How can you be brothers Sadistic hands, snappy. When we are holding the other’s That seems very scrappy Scab, given my druthers And 5 like a jackie Contradict (chorus again) (verse 3) Any and all of teens Turn to the smithereens Support the family And just do it lazily Maybe it in your genes I went behind the scenes Such for calamity Killing the insanity
