Our humor keeps our insanity romantically tightened, dry legs get frightened when Poseidon lets us borrow his triton, meaning Adams writing, Manifest keeps biting, rare samples for Zak to cut up and offer to groupies that ripened, this is a love song for those who when they fuck make noise, for those who constantly have to buy back up batteries for their toys, for those who have tattoos of guns and roses on their thighs, blow off our head or treat us to a garden of beautiful lies, take death kindly with one last breath and no clothes, from now on we will only be able to breath out from our nose, we each come from a different planet but all three can survive, on minimal amounts of oxygen while feeding on her cries, know we're not mad and wont leave room for praise, know that it does involve not being able to see our face for days, even though that little smile compliments your confusion when dazed,

You wanted us to be sweet and drop something for the ladies?, the only thing we see fit to drop is a mouth full of our babies, and we all hail to Hades with a bad case of scabies, your pussy foamed so much its like you caught rabies in the eighties, Skeletron hella on, a flat out smell-a-thon, the only thing they do after standing over us all night is fell at dawn, knees quiver and before you know it they simply collapse, for every grain of sand that falls is another line in mass, just how long we can go is a question that's frequently asked, our friend Molly told us its a not time frame you can actually grasp, blatant disregard for hairy homeless scholars without majors, we house drop out junkies smooth in Brazil without razors, admitting that our style makes you moist while you voiced, that inhaling a balloon of Nitrous while you came was your choice, acting like this song offends frankly all dramatics, addicts who survive on irregular eating habits