My head is clouded like the milky sky.
Magnetic birds making circles way up high. I am only laughing because I forgot how to cry.
I'm on my tour. The more I learn the more I fear. The system is eating away all of our air.
Carloads of zombies pouring out and piling in. Quick to fill their plates to the brim with sin.
But high fructose corn syrup makes everything go down smooth.
So drink up until there's nothing left to prove.
The eyes with four wings flutter to ensure it's going according to plan.
There's no escaping this dying world that is unaware of its own sickness.
Times are desperate for the antidote of the great alchemist.