The New Debris

Ardent signs with warm and willing pleas
Sending out a wave of vagaries
That travel 'cross the ocean, carrying the new debris

Lock me from the things that I can see
I open up for every random key
Baby I don't need it
Darling I don't want it
Honey won't you set me free

They float on brightly colored waters
All the things I don't want
Parade the fairest of their daughters
In front of things I don't want
I'll feast like a lamb before the slaughter
On all the things I don't want
Things I don't want
Things I don't want



Credits
Writer(s): Tyranny Of Dave, David Wechsler
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