When you're rife with devastation There's a long ass explanation You're an alien's creation Stuck inside a froggy gut
And whichever way they play it Know that we won't be complacent We'll go through the chatlog pages 'Till we know just what is up
When I was a little kiddy, a meteor shower over took my city I traveled to another plane, A planet filled with Wind and Shade So, I climbed one thousand tiers An echeladder connoisseur
Now, everyone is toast And my girlfriend is a ghost But I still love the movie Con Air
When you've irons in the fire And your loved ones have "retired" Don't abscond, just stay and strife Until the battle is complete
'Cause the Condesce hypnotizes And the whole world agonizes Ectochildren stop your crying And just sing along with me