| Trustees of Modern Chemistry |
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| How could we make this right |
| When we can’t even speak tonight |
| When we’re fucked beyond belief tonight |
| You know we’re not talking |
| We’re not working it out |
| Our pride will kill us |
| Quicker than our doubt |
| And we’re self-medicating |
| With the cheapest stuff |
| Our brains say stop |
| But our hearts can’t get enough |
| How could we make this right |
| Wen we can’t even speak tonight |
| When we’re fucked beyond belief tonight |
