Tear it down, make it feel alive
Burn and bleed, obsessively
Rusted crown drenched in turpentine
Circus greed, replacement is in need

You make it easy and nothing is as pleasing as is this   									
Here we are we got nothin wrong      
Theres just one thing left and its the symptomatic song  
Is not the rhythm patriotic       
Theres something supersonic going on, oh yeah  

Hey I like being away
Its the punch that arrives in the nick of time
Its the itch in the mix when you're nailing prime yeah
Hey I might be insane
But I wont give it up to the monkey grind
Its a bitch but it fits and Im guaranteed some shine

Look at me you say whats the point
You been passin me off like a dead old soggy wasted joint
This isnt working anymore
I am the bester stuck in store in your mind

All along they rest for me
Wet your lips on mine, sip the secret wine 
Get yourself a little piece of matter redefined
Stand a mile high, stand and touch the sky
Stand and yell it to the world youre never gonna die