Nostalgia

Just bury your head in the sand
And wait till your FUCKING PROM!

If you think you're alive, then you're better off dead.

Cut
Cut
Cut
Cut it up !

Your memory,
It's a lie!

Sweet kiss of nostalgia

That falsetto glow

The things you love
And that you grow to hate
Aren't even different In the end.

And Is anything sacred?
Is anything real?

This is what the edge of your seat was made for.

I've got you hanging on


to every word.

Every
Fucking
Word
I say.

The things you say
And remember from the past

Don't even fucking exist
So let's blow this shit up!

Burn!
Burn!
Burn!

You fucking BITCH!