get loud, you're allowed
worms through a dead cow is the cat's meow
stoning the crowd, you're allowed
splashing bright lightning all across the black clouds
need a psychotic break, a revelation, or at least a good lay
now i'll hold my tongue
cause I don't want my thoughts to run out
i won't spill my guts cause i don't want
the dogs to come running
need a psychotic break, a revelation, or at least a good lay
belehmia milkshakes, the epiphany fakes
club infinity if i'm up that late
but it's prefab, and you can glitter me drab
and I wonder who the hell even buys this crap
many nights I've waited
many nights nothing came
many dreams have faded
many still to live
many nights many nights