Lollipop - The Hidden Cameras

Lollipop - The Hidden Cameras
In the name of callous talk:
This unborn age has reached its botch
Lollipop, Lollipop
Mouth of salivatng froth, thy stomach does as stomach wants, contagious every single suck, the flavour takes it, takes its time
Lollipop, Lollipop
Can't contain the nervousness that creeps into the loins of us. Our fate concieved of block by block and word for word we walk the talk, hapless, every single one of us, we favour this in the ways that we waver.
Lollipop, Lollipop
Hazing is punch or to be punched, we whimper what we have not fought, the body bruised, our fingers fraught, we want lollipops to be our bread and bacon, in out blood and our bones, our brothers to be naked with, terrify, although our words will be vacant, in the same of talk and this godless creation.
Lollipop, Lollipop
Turning into sap
The incredulous man
Stumbles as he glances away
The harrowing way.
Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
Face concealed by camera watch with sweaty paws and a stomach knotted by thoughts of lollipops, stick into a hot sticky mass in the pockets of the pants worn leaving the shop, with a skip and a hop, what a bim what a bop, what a bim what a bop what a bim, what a bop, bop pop.
Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
He's taken in hand
Led by his favourite band
Mumbles as he dances
In a crumbling gang
Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
Thunder shakes our nerves to pulp, we gather in a parking lot, our loot spread out, an even glop, our eyes welled up with tears of want, in tandem every single one of us, in our hapless condition that we made ourselves, in a sugar-rush, our bodies drop, oh our bodies drop, when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops, oh when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops STOP!