Besedila: Alright, Junior.. Eudaemonic. We Couldnt Stop.

A semi-explosion fills this space with holes
It's breaking apart and falling down at your feet, darling
You wake up to talk, or maybe to see
Having started the waveform
Dream of a cure, live out your part
Isn't it funny?

Realize we are not what others saw in us
and take the time to clean this up
We may find we couldn't stop

And before long you'll get up
Screaming out of time to fend off the vultures
Back on your heels
There's a style in your step somewhere around
Head up, you're beat up, don't sleep much, we're twitching about
Now you must

Realize we are not what others saw in us
and take the time to clean this up
We may find we couldn't stop

Realize we are not what others saw in us
and take the time to clean this up
We may find we couldn't stop

(Thanks to Robots And Racecars for these lyrics)