Juvenoia

One last kiss
One spell of wisdom
Nailed in a cross
Of smug
And confusion
He sits and smiles
Just smelling the fumes
Of what his mind
Has produced

Singing
A beautiful tune
Singing
It's such a good day
To die
Such a good day
To die

Ah
Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra
Pa-pa
Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra
Pa-pa
Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra
Pa-pa
Para-pa-pa-pa-para
Pa-ra
Pa-ra
Pa-ra

What's this fog
On this open window
It's time to understand
That you can't understand
No more
So no one will see
You're drowning
In a plastic sea
Of concussions
Shunned happily
Of commotions
That's what I believed
But in time
The more that I live
I can't understand

Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra
Pa-pa
Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra
Pa-pa
Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra
Pa-pa
Para-pa-pa-pa-para
Pa-ra
Pa-ra
Pa-ra
Pa-ra

As the strings of culture bend
I'm forced to sit here helplessly
Opinions change the course of the wind
Send a cherub to a God
'Cause I keep living
And giving in