Letras: The Scenic. Magic.

The devils got a grin like a kid in a candy store, like were building sand castles on mom?s table tops. You can rest assured that were using dirty words like we've got nothing to lose. I believe there is magic in the air. Honestly, we are far beyond repair. I swear I want to take you there; we are everything that we fear. In the end, I want to take you there. Everything is tragic and we're all fagots. God is automatic and life is T.V. static.
You can rest assured that we're going to find a cure because we've got the same disease. In this condition you're my prescription. You fill me up when I've got nothing to give. Sentimental, I've got a fist full. I think it's obvious you're lacking fire, your revolution is only fashion-- all dressed up with no place to go