Virgin Soil Epidemic


(Klosterman)

Reflection, rejection, injection, injection
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhhh
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhhh oh ohhhh
Oh fuck no

Sometimes we’re fit to look into the mirror
Other the images are a little clearer
Moving out from behind our darkness shield
The precious spectacle is now revealed
Brave faces, marching to a brand new beat
Deep inside, succumbing to the scorching heat
Sometimes we’re fit to look into the mirror
Often times the images are never clear

Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhhh
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhhh oh ohhhh
Oh fuck no

Open eyes gazing at the vast blue sea
Mental images of what we want to be
Dynamic creatures willowing beneath the waves
No attention ever really being paid
Can you remember the days when life was fair
Forgotten moments of us in our infant air
Wearing robes of innocence to an extreme
Well keep indulging because you know its all a dream