READY
Are you ready? It's time.
As the cancer grows, her angel's palms unfold.
The answer's always "no" and nothing ever changes.
You watch the reaper sow.
Black angel, count your gold.
You know you'll never grow, so while you're fucking waning, turn inside out.
Tank is full, ready to go. I'll take you anywhere.
This heart is cold. Overload.
Two palms, two ears and "la la la la"
Snap it down, burn it out.
Off to the moon! "la la la la la!"
There are no rules. There are no consequences.
There ain't no reason to believe a fucking word they say.
Take off your clothes. Take off your skin. Take off your head and let me in.
Tank is full, ready to go. I'll take you anywhere.
This heart is cold. Overload.
Two palms to ears and "la la la la"
Snap it down, burn it out.
Off to the moon! "la la la la la!"
Black angel, tell me.
Are you ready?
Let's watch the cancer grow.
Wings of six unfold.
Like you were always told, nothing fucking changes.
Ink their quotes, "I hate me most". Like you've got shit to say, anyway.
This heart was sold. No one knows.
Two soles, no soul, no, "la la la la"
Light the spark, all systems, "no".
Off to the moon? "Na na na na na"
Tank is full, ready to go.
This heart was full.
Off to the moon.
Off to the moon.
Off to the moon.
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