I'm Sorry; I Mean I Knew That People Died But...I Knew People Died...But...But...All...All These People Dying And Uhhh...I...I Feel Bad...I Know...I'm Here...I Have The Disease
In Not Wanting To Have Their Eyes Pennied Or A Bone Shown Broken To The Open Air They're... Praying For Their Lucky Stars They're Praying For Their Lucky Stars To Shoot...
We Remain Such Gluttons For The Generous Threat Of Being Supreme Beings, Safe, Susceptible Subject To A Man Mold Maker With A Tendency Toward The More Dramatic Side Of Everything We Are...
Flattered, I'm Sure, And What Does Modern Child Mistakenly Chalk Up To The Humongous Homogenous Win Column Of God
The Swapping Of A Dearest Dead Pet For A Fresh One Finding Someone Else's Wallet Or Per Say A Snow Day
They're Threatening Their Lucky Stars... They're Threatening Their Lucky Stars To Shoot...