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(As we scatter the ashes of heroes and bastards From mountaintops where we once stood with our pride We bury For the purpose Of dodging extinction While shovelling dirt on our past and our pride) At the back of the theater At the back of the theater sits all of the drama kids Trying on their costumes Applying their make up What will it be today? Will it be a comedy? A thriller? Perhaps a murder What will we be today? (Heartache, disasters And ethereal masters Sent out to fight by a god with no face We breed for the purpose Of dodging extinction Whilst shovelling dirt on our past and our pride) We continue We continue down We come to the cafeteria There sits blond hair There sits red hair There sits brown hair Short hair Long hair They talk about their fast cars And the faults of others What will we do today? (We scream head first Into reverse evolution Open your fucking eyes And tell me what you fear) In the blistering cold At the far end of the field There sits a boy And no one seems to know his name Dear Journal: Dear Journal: That blond-haired girl that sits in the cafeteria I love her but she doesn't seem to know my name I love her I love her but she doesn't seem to know my name |