Ecdysis before their final striking
Shed light and shed armor, our outsides have been martyred
Beautiful cicadas vilified like roaches
Roasted with hatred and impunity, unleashing the boot upon their bodies
Approach the light like the moth does to lampposts
Dance, f*ck, and then litter the dirt with our corpses
Blaze of glory but before we near that brutal point in the story
Kiss your SO like X-O
Cause we gotta build up our exo's, let's go