pumped into the system,

the beat don’t stop,

you wanna tap your foot,

but you can’t stand the sound,

summer ain’t what you want it to be,

but neither is your face,

take a moment to think about it,

then spin around on the spot,

furniture all gone sideways,

the winner ain’t gonna be you,

but you never had a chance,

so stoke the fires of flotsam,

soak the sheep in gasoline,

burn the bridges proudly,

watch the sirens sing,

hear them call your name,

search the pockets empty,

what a beautiful sight,

smoke swimming around you,

taking you down with them!