Gasoline

Suicide notes are sang in poetry Why would I mind a part of me? One, two, three, here comes the cavalry Tearing apart our colony Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic A static, an addict, another way to panic Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic A static, an addict, another way to panic Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Oh, well Terminal cells in constant symmetry Let it all out you're made to please On your knees in dead artilleries Buried alive in magazines Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic A static, an addict, another way to panic Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic A static, an addict, another way to panic Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Oh, well Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Pour me gasoline and ambiens Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Oh, well