Vultures and canisters
You think you're so magical
You killed the answers
So expirational
But E. I feel no way could I destroy like you I say
In pain your vanity has sucked up half your brain

Processed plastics
O tell me what you mean
Acids and bases
Burning away the seams
But E. I feel no way could I shake off the things you seemed
To me I'm irritated by your cool escape

Everything that makes me jaded
You had invested in it
And everyone you cheated
You had delighted in it
So mark me when your ecstasy is over
This bond with rings that cannot alter
That cannot alter

Chocolates truffles
Your world's fantastical
Feed me lead me
You are so beautiful

No no no no
Why did you make me want it?
Motion sickness
Before we even started
What's that you've got? It's a bottle, mistress
What's that you've got? It's a box of matches
It's a box of matches