Death of the form our dreams would have attained
death of the will, desire and dismay
like a n___ mith of red eternal youth
'till nothing is what you think of

Pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
just like everything else does

We fancied and we expected, we are all the same
and we all get so banal, and we all making the same talks
'bout years of collapsing we missunderstand
leaking down through my hands

Pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
as everything else has done

I'm seven years old, listen to the song
you were a yeti woman hairy fierce and lone
I 'member the rage your face disintegrated
and the fear that I would not hate it

Pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
as everything else has done

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