Teen Tighterns

We waited for the birth of your next thought
Five-alive took transistors to your patch of dirt
Does how you dance hurt as much as it hurts us to witness
Fake soul conspiracy
Fake soul conspiracy
They wanna make a t-shirt out of your dreams
You try to mix up shit
To get a teen-girl-heart you don’t wear fake tits
You agonize and taste your breath
Your freezing cold joke tastes of living death
Fake soul conspiracy x3
They wanna make an outlaw out of your needs
Fake soul conspiracy x3
Burn near my pure flame skinbag
Shark attack do you know why you do it
Shark attack does it hurt to keep faking it
Shark attack your evil is impotent
Always get the last words in…
Slow death is yours