You're right
Say it, I'm the one leading you to Mars
With a gun I carry
In the power window,
crack like a widow
To the rhythm in your hair,
can you feel it at all?
We're the clowns of wisdom,
we're the children enslaved
We're by the uniform
of love, can you feel it at all?
Love,
you are in love with the girl I killed
Give it up, be ashamed
And read into your stars
And the stars are sublime Welcome to your
Give it up, be ashamed Read into your star girl