Testo Quite Exciting, This Computer Magic

These things just seem so minimal when were still told who we can and cannot love
Im a white suburban male and yet I still blame everything else when I fail

Have we forgotten why we sing?
Or given up on everything?

Honey, weve shrunk the kids will to fight
Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light Were cutting the threads of the things weve sewn

This room is filled with smoke and I can barely breathe
These kids wont even remember me
Someone take me home

Honey, weve shrunk the kids will to fight
Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light
Were cutting the threads of the things weve sewn

Honey, weve shrunk the kids will to fight
Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light
Were coming to terms with the seeds weve sown