Your pain makes you beautiful, you love to lose control
And mediocrity's rewarded so set your standard low
IN an imploding star, or a burned out car, I implore you
In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, I implore you
Suck me in, I'm willing, I get off when you go on
Let me be your fate.
Pour it on, pour it on
In a country fair or union square, I implore you
In a shrouded face or a spray of mace, I implore you
Cryptic? Elemental
You transcend when you succumb
One last shred of frailty left
Embedded in our bones
In an imploding star, or a burned out car, I implore you
In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, I implore you
So do it again, do it again, do it again
This is what it means particle
So do it again, do it again, do it again
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