Oh, teen machine, I'm a pound of flesh in a drummers sick dream.
We watch, crabs and lobsters eat a dead cops throat,
Inside our mouths we've got our stereos!
Oh, teen machine, every single piano I ever met in my life,
Never sound as good as that of the casio keys.
Burning in the sea, you see the static pretty.
Oh that, laser rain, kept me up all night again
Scratching at the window like the back of a beast,
Howling at the door like that of a torturous priest!
Shake your hand,(like a folder of feathers!)
Shake your legs, (like the laciest howl!)
Shake your skin, (like a shattered taping!)
Gnash your teeth, (like a feathering swan!)
And if you make, a process life,
Digital sunrise,
Digital sunset,
Digital sunrise, yeah.
Oh, teen machine, the worlds got no end, ain't got no beginning.
Now I'm coughing up maraccas and tamberines,
Looking off the cliffs of eternity.
Shake your hands (like its full of disaster!)
Shake your lips (like the decaying guitar!)
Shake your skin, (like a summer with bad sex!)
Gnash your teeth, (like an exported car!)
And if you make, a process life,
Blame it on the laser rain, just blame it on the laser rain!
And if you like, what process has,
Blame it on the laser rain, just blame it on the laser rain.
Laser life!
Laser life!
Laser life!
Laser life!
You cant write a song thats about a soldier, whose in his day of dying.
You can't crack the sky, you've tried 12 times, instead try staring in a digital coffin.
You cry up to your windowsill, those tough machetes come to their stilts.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
And if you like, a process life,
Blame it on the laser rain, just blame it on the laser rain!
And if you like, a processed ass,
Blame it on the laser rain, just blame it on the laser rain.