Scatter all the props
Do you see through all the fucking snakes
And the obvious static?

It’s waiting to redefine your acronym
Climb into your bastard skin
Calculate, it’s not too late

And all the cats and children
Who see you believe you

Summer suns have split in two
Do you feel the fucking quakes
With the kids in the attic

Waiting to redefine your acronym
Climb into your bastard skin
Calculate, it’s not too late

And all the cats and children you see in parking lots
The crawling fast black rats can see you

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