Flex It, Tagger

It all began

Out on the balcony

An errant ember in the raw

Call it disaster or opportunity

We didn't start it

But we're ending it right now

Breathing's hardly feeling

We need a reason, but not a plan

Foolish, we shouldn't do this

Ask and you'll hear we're well aware

Of what we're going through

Flex the tags

Burn the messages

Let men in black try to control this feeling

Hug the cops

Text the president

Supercomputers

won't decode our secret plans

And there we were

Out in the city square

A bunch of adams with a plan

While you were sleeping, we were beeping

X'ing out x's

So it's just _B_R_ and _keyscore

Choosing is hardly doing

If there's a wanting, then there's a way

Closer to taking over

I feel my body slowly

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changing

Hug the cops

Text the president

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Steal the mail

Burn the messages

Carnivore can't decode our secret plans

If you're moving you're not burning