Come on, yeah
Next in line!

Perish in your penicillin
Curing every happy feeling
The counter-part of you
A far more important being

Perish in your porcelain
Shatter on the floors of others
The remedy will take you
Unless you learn to die sometimes

Soar forever soar for now
The pity won't take your bullets

Mass hysteria
Next in line
You're not worth the gold you're made of
Corners might be dark and safe

Sworn
Fuck your icons

Next in line
Next in line
Next in line
Next in line
Next in line
Next in line
Next in line
Next in line

Perish in your penicillin
Sweet apartheid made you willing
It's a matter of public loss
And not even once will it return

Perish in your porcelain
Finest china's filled with milk
Burning the ambition
That holds the seams together

Mass hysteria
Next in line
You're not worth the gold you're made of
Corners might be dark and safe

Sworn to mass hysteria
Feel my hypothermia

Sworn to mass hysteria
Feel my hypothermia