E Numbers - Dananananaykroyd

Another stain wipes over the face
Of an entire clutch of reasonable guys
I flip a coin seems the luck has run out
It's 2:40 and the clocks are wrong
Another stain matched by the reward
Another work made to show off the pose
Another way stop and show some respect
For those trying and abandoning
I want something that something that I can't see
Through the prism of stigmatism
With a white lie the shrinking of its structure
Feed the kids the e numbers
Feed the kids the newscasters
Where do our tantrums go
Where do our tantrums go
She seemed to know how twisted is this
My back is ricked spiked down to the spine
Lie flat on floors with vertebrae down
Pitch perfect like a slamming door
But when it comes I'll be prepared
This off course rain jostling down
Blaming the mind or anything close
You can't put it on forgetfulness so
I want something that something that I can't see
Through the prism of stigmatism
With a white lie the shrinking of its structure
Feed the kids the e numbers
Feed the kids the newscasters
Where do our tantrums go
Where do our tantrums go
Where do our tantrums go
Where do our tantrums go
Zoom out at speeds with sharp intakes of breath
Heads spinning up in the corners
Closer than it even began
I want something that something that I can't see
Through the prism of stigmatism
With a white lie the shrinking of its structure
Feed the kids the e numbers
Feed the kids the newscasters
Where do our tantrums go
Where do our tantrums go
Where do our tantrums go
Where do our tantrums go