Chromatically Declining Me Songtext / Lyric

standing concrete form and concrete smile

small children poking me in the eyes



i'm having too much fun in bed with myself

(wooh) it hit me that...



how many good people are

deceiving me right now?

i think about it too much



america's number one statistical faux pas

(wooh, wooh)



by my volition

by my volition

by my volition

(wooh) it hit me that...






how many good people are

deceiving me right now?

i think about it like

backwards voices and bad t.v. programming

i'm drawn to life like the klan are to minority

it's something i don't want to see

chromatically declining me



standing concrete form and concrete smile

small children poking me in the eyes



it's so hard to wake up

when your mind and body aches

and your dick's in your hand

you begin to count with you fingers about



how many good people are

deceiving me right now?

i think about it like

backwards voices and bad t.v. programming

i'm drawn to life like the klan are to minority

it's something i don't want to see

chromatically declining me