Mars tries and mars tries, mars dies and mars dies. Lots of blank blank blank, We Are Mars.

Hard peaches make good rocks to throw at politicians and against a stipple cheek leave a lasting impression. ______ White waters wash otters to the side of the moon, Where ripples in lake wounds break in the cool paradise. Paint this paradise
with the blood of young men.

ahhhmmmmahhhhmmmm yuummm. thanks for the gum

coo
coo
coo, breathed the cat on the moon in search of a better spoon
coo
coo
coo.

BewAre the man with the Red Hat. He spits his pistol towards the young child. Blind to the world he waives his stick of oppression, going temp or rare lily deaf.

Carson-Guitar, lead vocals
Rane-Synth, harmonies
Jackson-Bass, harmonies
Chai-drums