Lyrics
The green ink dreams are so out of fashion
A bankers smile and the handshake to sell it
Yesteryears gone and now you're a modern relic
See the regression
Give the confession
Make the connection
With your flushed complexion
The souls so sick of the body politic
This culture's graceless and so eccentric
A super God or a fallen star
Now we know who you really are
A crucified wax paper doll
Light the fire in my heart
See the regression
Give the confession
Make the connection
With your flushed complexion
The souls so sick of the body politic
This culture's graceless and so eccentric
A wealthy man of papers passion
The green ink dream is so out of fashion
A bankers smile and the handshake to sell it
Yesteryears gone and now you're a modern relic
See the regression
Give the confession
Make the connection
With your flushed complexion
The souls so sick of the body politic
This culture's graceless and so eccentric
