There s no sensation here, retarded and green. Scraping at the window, so raw and
unclean. There s a resurrection avoiding the youth. Emergency ingestion inevitable.
And I know that you are the one that will guide us toward our home.
Home? Home. Guess who s coming home?
Collapse upon a heap of desires. Now here s a presentation for the crippled to admire.
Avoid your obligations, we ll sever your tone. Pragmatic and demented, we sigh for your
moan. Anemic indigestion, it s not soaking in. We re waiting for the signal of your starlit
grin. And I know that you are the one that will guide us toward our home.
Home? Home. Guess who s coming home?
Collapse upon a heap of desires. Now here s a presentation for the crippled to admire.