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The story ends somewhat like this
But when it starts is what you missed [choking]
Telling my own lies anyway (oohuhuhuhuhuhuhu!)
and tired of courtesy you stay [choking]

Sledge-weapon by your side, stop!
The king of nothing
Let the baby out
from your foul putrid house
Ahaha
Aha
Ah

Looking back to yesteryear
When all those garbage cans had lids
The idea was simple, kick the phantom out
But in the process we all felt the same
"We had to open them ourselves"
Aah!

I might mistrust you're already intrigued
No doubt in search of what you need (Blrark!)
There's an answer somewhere here,
Maybe the end of the sun will tell (Blah!)

Aagh, ahahaha
With weapon why you so sad?
The kingdom bastard
Well sound everything out
from your foul putrid house

Looking back to yesteryear (rra)
When every new shoe iPod smelt the same (rra)
It made me wonder how they differed (ugh)
They served the same purpose, different fate [snorts]
Why doesn't anyone type them right? (a-ah!)

Ooh aah
Oooh pfpfpfpf!
Blblblblblbl rauh
Raaah!

But once you find out where the road guides 
Of what you assumed of all your friends
I've got both the yin and yang, so which to use?
Do I use the light, or the dark?

Death!

2/22/2008 Demo Lyrics

The story ends somewhat like this
But where it starts is what you missed
I'm telling my own lies anyway
and tired of courtesy, you stay

Shrink(?) weapon by your side, stop!
Making your bastard
Let the baby out
from your foul putrid house
Aah
Aah
Aah
Aah!

I'm looking back to yesteryear
When all those garbage cans had lids
The idea was simple, keep the feature out
But in the process we all felt the same

The story ends somewhat like this
But where it starts is what you missed (Ah!)
I'm telling my own lies anyway
and tired of courtesy, you stay

Aagh, ahahaha
Shrink(?) weapon by your side, stop!
Making your bastard
Let the baby out
from your foul putrid house
Aah
Aah
Aah
Aah!

I'm looking back to yesteryear
When all those garbage cans had lids
The idea was simple, kick the feature out
But in the process we all felt the same
We had to open them ourselves