Come on, yeah
Next in line!
Perish in your penicillin
Curing every happy feeling
The counter-part of you
A far more important being
Perish in your porcelain
Shatter on the floors of others
The remedy will take you
Unless you learn to die sometimes
Soar forever soar for now
The pity won't take your bullets
Mass hysteria
Next in line
You're not worth the gold you're made of
Corners might be dark and safe
Sworn
Fuck your icons
Next in line
Next in line
Next in line
Next in line
Next in line
Next in line
Next in line
Next in line
Perish in your penicillin
Sweet apartheid made you willing
It's a matter of public loss
And not even once will it return
Perish in your porcelain
Finest china's filled with milk
Burning the ambition
That holds the seams together
Mass hysteria
Next in line
You're not worth the gold you're made of
Corners might be dark and safe
Sworn to mass hysteria
Feel my hypothermia
Sworn to mass hysteria
Feel my hypothermia
