Give me a pen, give me a wire, I'm aroused by being tired
I don't want to hear a single tune, if it's coming from you
All the birds that sang are dead, so are my friends
And I have the trophies of what remains of them
Give me your gems, give me a lighter
Set the piano on fire
I don't want to hear a single song, I just want you to walk off
Zombies are our allies, but they aren't wise
And everyone's unhealthy, but it's not a big surprise
Marauders come to a room and a ritual with masks of plutonium
There's paint on their foreheads, while their tongues are out tasting the helium
Why are we so aggressive
Why are we so adhesive
Lemon lime soda seeps through above
We know you're soft, stop acting tough
What is in front of you
What is in front of me
What is in front of them
What is in front of me
Marauders come to a room and a ritual with masks of plutonium
Yum, Helium
Yum, Helium
Yum, Helium
Yum, Helium
Yum, Helium
Yeah, my vocals and my voice is now broken
Not a very healthy singing method
But the neighbors hate me
And don't do drugs, kids
I don't know why I said that, but don't do drugs