I couldn't be
A United States Marine

But I wanna go
Where the others haven't been

No need for papers
We'll cut our way through
Jungles and flatlands cause
Our hearts are true

Our hearts are true

I don't wanna be
Another pencil-pushing drone

I wanna talk
To Jacob Bannon on the phone

I'm on the phone

I'm all good
Call in the demon
It's entrenched
And you're still scheming
All this, part of the reason...

Sometimes, I'm almost there
The darkness flows from my mind

This will make sense I swear
I'll repay you in kind

I cannot do
A single unselfconscious stroke

You made me feel
Like I'm nothing but a joke

You've done a good job
Instlling that in me
I am the problem
Fuck Heileurythmie

Heileurythmie

I'm all good
Call in the demon
It's entrenched
And you're still scheming
All this, part of the reason...

All Good

Buzzing