A Hot Pink Shell Of My Former Self - The Abominable Iron Sloth

Degrees of seperation, seperate us all.

We line our streets of exaltation with fools gold.

Yet we stand alone.

Instant salvation offered to us all if we’ll just take it into our souls.

Yet we stand alone.

You’ll sing sad songs about love all night long.

When the sun comes, you’ll watch them burn.

So let’s sing now while the sun is still here burning,

Let’s sing now.