(As we scatter the ashes of heroes and !@$(s
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 $#&@ing 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