ever

get

feeling

You're

missing

Mark

cold

cold so yeah

Yoooooouuuuuu

cuz u

use

your eye

hey

weapons

wa wa wa wa wa a

iTurn the music up

para para pair of dice

come on baby

don't let it brick your hart

Hear Jerusalem bells a ringin'

come on yeaaeaa come on yeeaahee, everything's not lost

Lights will guide you home

and set fire to your home

 

wait, I rhymed home with home.

home home where i wanted to go.

Have you come here for forgiveness?

Have you come to raise the dead?

Have you come here to play Christ Martin?

 

 

 

Is this real life? :thinking:

Cuz you use your farts as a weapon! And it hurts like kittens