Alaskan Thunderfuck -

All is well in the poppy fields of hell

We stand in line

We wait in line

We get high and drive to die

All is well in the poppy fields of hell

We get high

Celestial love is a gun in the dark

Sophists, sophists, sophists

Why oh why do we strive to die

Oh my, why do we

Explain

Why oh why do we strive to die

Oh my, why oh why do we strive

Chemical baths in laboratories of our bodies

Chemical baths, it’s a party

It’s a party

I woke a scientist

I woke a scientist

We get high