I keep all my personal opinions hidden in my songs, I will never tell anyone other than the band what it means.
Every so often I am Living rough
And doomed to failure to my attention to detail
Then I boast an Inoculation
For it to surge all the way through my stratum
Craving of a luminary radiance
That'll set me in motion to my momentous
I have the whole lot right at this point
That I possibly will need to plead your case
And I covet to commiserate your captivating smudge
But currently its departed I don't necessitate you to articulate
Come around up so timely
My base is spiraling desiccated
Lets pine for this snifter
Will sluice up the amethyst