All at once, we are wild children
Knowing languages we all are fluent in
And it’s for the best that we suppress what we do best
I don’t want to be any less than perfect.
As rationales get turned away, the time we’ve wasted decays
Into a perfect wild
Where all we scream are obscenities, atrocities are all we mean
I mean we have never been so perfect
Every war child lives today
The bliss was always meant to stay
But maybe arcs will sink, not surface
So bury all the wild and know that
All we need is room to grow
I don’t want us to be imperfect
When the wheels fall, we all go wild!
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
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