It Is Bro Isn't It

She loves me

(He loves me not)

You've told me but I forgot

I don't want to be the one you call on

When you struck luck in golden ambers,

You kiss by the book, when you ride lies upon the throne

Taurus; it's your year, be in for a surprise

The naked force, eight eyes of a new era on my back

A homecoming parade, from our tidy bed of roses

What once was

A new career you call it

To catch a souvenir

Of what once was, strict embarrassment

And it makes you boil

And it makes you choke

And it makes you rally up the troops within your throat

When she is me and I bloom within her speech

Birth the machines

Invoking the spirits of ancient fathers

Take hand, earth, air, fire, water

A motherly life and echo of a home

Burn 'em out of their homes

Pillage the humans from their homes, the naked forcre

Eight eyes of a new era on your back