Root it out
Hawk it up
No refills here

Kill it
Just to feel it
'Cause you are worth it

Blind eye turned, "Après moi,
le déluge"

Just do it
Rinse and wash it
Then repeat it

Everything is not enough
For (to) you

You heard it all before
Those pretty words don't mean a thing at all.
Be all you can be.
And fight the ones who are
Against
Since when did they become
allergic to change!

Countin' on the flood

© The Perfect Pill 2012