Testo Books

Hip shoot, make me feel bad,
heres the love, come and fill it with your motion.
wild eyed kids understand,
when you're alone you're a river not an ocean
when the sun needs a sacrifice,
she'll be there with a fool to offer up,
gotta make it to a paradise,
for our own survival.
set fire to the books that you read, I wanna see 'em burning up
let go of the dreams that you had.

milk teeth, paint me in rags
gimme soul from the rhythm of your beatings
wild eyed kids understand,
when you're alone nothings easy to believe in
when it calls it'll come to you,
it'll come when it's you that's calling up
when it falls it'll fall to you
for your own survival.

overflowing futures,
dying in a distant dream, if only I could move ya,
we could make it feel so real
and if we're killing all of our friends,
to make another TV show,
ya know that holy rivers don't end,
we've gotta let the fires grow.