Viva la Rebellion
So sick from your pheromones
Here we go
Stung right from my heart
Where’s the antidote?
Blat Blat
My mind is all blasted out
Point me to the nearest
Way to the hospital
Stop stop
You make me so, Make me so
Gimme some sugar
Before you go, Fore you go
Stop stop
You make me so, Make me so
Gimme some sugar
Before you go, Fore you go
The disease of isolation
Self-pity and self-harm
Anger and resentment
Selfish lies and selfish wants
It’s baffling
So obscure
Cunning and hard
It’s your own personal Satan pounding at your door
It’s the first place you run to when you want to hide
And the last place that gets you where you want to go
It gives you everything you want
But nothing that you need
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