Lyrics

Scratches a pencil to the paper's dents See what was written on the page before Our secret necessities insist every city Must be as deep underground as it is tall How high must the fire escapes climb when it comes time For earth to get around to its one last chore? Its total scorching settles all bets and fixes all scores I'm left no choice but giving up on cleaning up after people And hearby declaring myself a person. [x6]