A brief history of all that's messed up in this world and all that you do to compound those issues, you bitch.

Hey settle down
Steamship sally
This wasn't my idea
to lay it down at this party
you know that you
have messed up
and i sure as hell know
that I pressed it

Confidence so becoming,
fount so big, won't stop running

And i prefer to spend
quiet nights all alone
well, I'd prefer if you'd spend
Time to teach me how you know.
Do you know though?
Do you know who you are?
or where you must go?
It can't be too far
to the center of the sun
but the center of this one
this cavernous lacuna,
the abyssmal fortuna
is lost in the catacombs
in which we all roam
of all that you weave
create, kill and deceive.

Spite is not so becoming,
mouth so big, won't stop running.

Hey, Sweetheart was a miss
along with other things to list.
And you kinda wish you knew me
and maybe you do, could it be?
That you know the dark blue and grey?