Non-Emo Sex Song

[_theid]

There're fallen angels on high
Atheists worship at temple
Simple
Simple

There's an ocean found dry
A drummer without a cymbal
Simple
Simple

There's matadors seeing red
Jack's no longer nimble
There're leaches bled
Genders don't have a symbol
Abe tells a lie
He sews without a thimble
Whenever you try
To keep things simple

There's a road leading to nowhere
The desert becomes breezy
Easy
Easy

There's men breathing without air
A statue will flinch
Cinch
Cinch

There's a tear unshed
Jack's no longer nimble
There's a corpse undead
Genders don't have a symbol
Abe tells a lie
He sews without a thimble
Whenever you try
To keep things simple