Lyrics
Whoa! I've seen that video! That girl is not 18!
Hey! Will you drop that video? I know she's not 18!
Whoa! I've seen that video! That girl is not 18!
Hey! Will you drop that video? I know she's not 18!
Are you sad? Now I can hardly tell
If you're being tortured momentarily
You're most likely searching for a new hell
Drippin' wet with promises of something savory I
Insert a token of salutation for you to remember me by
The experiments have no names, and surely no purposes
You can call it a tradition
But they don't really sting that bad now anyhow
Get back on that icy examination table
After all it's only your first audition
Can't wait to see the failing premiere
Chats with Japura are not what they really appear
Showed her photos of herself
The river formed a slightly deformed crest
She told me living is just a placement test for the next
Rearrange their legs, anxious florist, he is a glacier
Camellia's a fault line
Small white ivories gash her knuckle
Struggling against their bodies' inline
I'm convinced this is an illegal machine
You're as only young as you want to be
I continue to film you, that's the shot that I need
Can't wait to see the failing premiere
Chats with Japura are not what they really appear
Showed her photos of herself
The river formed a slightly deformed crest
She told me living is just a placement test for the next
You want them to all know your name, you tell me when
The cameras still rolling and there's 10 hungry waiting men
No more runaway pocket change
I've been panhandling a theory only failing once
But this theory exists aboard the ocean express
And bubbles coming out of your nose
No more runaway pocket change
I've been panhandling a theory only failing once
But this theory exists aboard the ocean express
And bubbles coming out of your nose
