Celestria - March Of The Heathens

Ovulated, Consummated, Incubated
Everybody grow up
Masturbated, Educated, Inebriated
Everybody throw up
Get in line, Stay on time, Make a dime
Everybody grow up
Pantomime, Bottom line, It's a crime

If you want to fight the system, put your toys away
Turn around and grab your ankles, you know you're gonna pay

If you want to fight the system put your toys away
Turn around and grab your ankles, take it anyway

Take our breath from our lungs
But they will never hold our tongues
Cut our hearts from our chest
But they will never take what's left

Aggravated, Motivated, Contemplated
I'm about to blow up
Infuriated, Masticated, Strangulated
I'm about to blow up
Such a mess, Nothing left, Must confess
I'm about to blow up
Building stress, Motionless, Never rest

If you want to fight the system put your toys away
Turn around and grab your ankles, and take it anyway

Take our breath from our lungs
But they will never hold our tongues
Cut our hearts from our chest
But they will never take what's left

Take our breath from our lungs
But they will never hold our tongues
Cut our hearts from our chest
But they will never take what's left

Life's a bore, Start a war, Want some more
Never gonna grow up
Such a chore, Out the door, Nevermore

Written by:
Nicholas Szalai, Ryan Gosche

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