We're learning the things that make us want to die
Damp ground examines us
We're burrowing the current things
We think that everything could be better
Selective sanctities, secret dead ends,
Virtual deserts, mazes, and ceilings
We continue to sleep deliriously and desperately
Switch to the black and white mode
Switch to the black and white mode
And kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill.
We're learning the things that make us want to die
The blueness is watching us from above
We're raving in the present
We know that everything was greater yesterday
We're collecting the pieces and discerning the poems
We're roaming at the shelves, we're shutting down uncontrollably,
While we're sleeping enthusiastically and vigorously
Switch to the black and white mode
Switch to the black and white mode
And kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill.
We're learning the things that make us want to die
The sun is watching my oblivion
I'm sleeping in the maple forest
I believe that everything should be bigger,
When I measure the depth of the voluntary tombs.
I suppress my gray hair, I'm saving my strength
While I'm sleeping hopelessly and untimely
Switch to the black and white mode
Switch to the black and white mode
And kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill.
I'm going to hate these obligatory dates
(These round- and square-number solemn anniversaries)
I'm going to hate these dates to death
(Kill, kill all of these solemn anniversaries)
Officially declared,
Prescribed and adorable,
Nationally observable sugar-coated holidays,
Celebrated on the same day
At the same time
On the same day
At the same time
On the same day
Hate to the pride
Hate to the holiness
Hate to the fire at night
Hate to the savage purity
Where the delirious hearing is
(Where the delirious hearing is)
My flawlessness
(My flawlessness)
Fire-breathing voice
(Fire-breathing voice)
And guiding rage
(And guiding rage)
Kill.