Were the masters of disaster
Pillowpride and shumway lies isnt what you expected
A solid demon crawls in you, at least thats what theyre
Saying, but we dont care, were just launching now and
Got to keep our pinegalic post
In a softworld, from amf to earl grey
In a softworld, its softcore, but dont ask me now what
Its all about
Next stop is looking good
Cause you dont know what it offers
The treasurehunt was ment to be something ultra clean
Munkers say its not ok
Cause youre lost in what youre doing
But this is it when softcores lit
And we wont change a shit
Take time to wonder if its really worth it
So many broken kinder eggs
So many stolen lipton bags
Do we really give something back