We wouldn't let there be nothing
Slices of memories floating
Embracing your gloating
Your ingenuity is potent
You wear your number on your sleeve
And you expect us to just get up and leave?
The wound is open
Go ahead pour it on, lay it thick for I am done
It's not too late
We mustn't bend morals for indecent quarrels
No, it's not too late
Do not acclimate
Do not, do not acclimate
Do not, do not acclimate
We resist the orders becoming
So tirelessly devoting
To your D.N.A. coding
Inside your shiny exterior coating
And we so effortlessly believe
And you expect us to just get up and leave?
The wound is open
Go ahead pour it on, lay it thick for I am done
It's not too late
We mustn't bend morals for indecent quarrels
No, it's not too late
Do not acclimate
Do not, do not acclimate
Do not, do not acclimate
Give up morality or face mortality
Time to face reality to reclaim vitality
Acclimation is insanity
Insanity
Insanity
The wound is open
Go ahead pour it on, lay it thick for I am done
It's not too late
We mustn't bend morals for indecent quarrels
No, it's not too late
Do not acclimate
The wound, the wound is open
Oh god, oh open
It's not, it's not too late, too late
Do not, do not acclimate
Do not, do not acclimate
The wound is open
Go ahead pour it on, lay it thick for I am done
It's not too late
We mustn't bend morals for indecent quarrels
No, it's not too late
Do not acclimate
The wound, the wound is open