Well the host number dropped,
And your vision's corrupt
And your thought for today
Was vetoed by hedman
But your parameters and your reasons alike
Had the strength of mache,
Or some hollywood wedlock
And it's hard to believe
The mess you're creating
With your triggers & trash heaps
Hidden and waiting for their prey
It's a much-needed start
For a parasite heart
But a quick isolation,
You know it tends to inspire
So we left with our wreck
In the hour of refresh
And identified blazes
On the blacktops of texas