We're young and callous and nothing means that much to us
So entertain me with pretty colors that wash my brain clean.
Keep me feeling nothing with a current of neon green juice
through my eyes and my ears to my mind.
And I know now why I like crows.
They're intelligent and amoral
and they like shiny things.
They're like me.
We're old and jaded and comfortable with complacency.
So entertain me with pretty colors that wash my brain clean.
Keep me feeling nothing with a current of neon green juice
through my eyes and my ears to my mind.
The earth will crumble
And all of our childhood homes will age with us
And contract our diseases.
But the neon lights wash my brain clean
So I won't care about anything
And it will be alright with me.
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