Infinity Bends from Quichenight II by Quichenight

Barricaded in your home
Skype-ing with a faraway gnome
Media experts excerpt me every time
Lying to the old folks, one joke over the line
We see the line

Determining what we hate
They've heard of you in several states
Elements in torment
Fairy tales, the butt of the isle
Swaying to the turbo fruit juice all of the while
This is your smile

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Your creativity ends
When you run out of friends
Out where Infinity bends

You can't be punk
Staring at the drummer's junk
Spit on a gift witch
Spritzing, kissing you not
Lying to the old folks
One joke no one forgot
The ceiling rot

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• Rock
• lo-fi
• lyrical
• power-pop
• rock & roll
• Nashville