Kibu and Azalea, sittin' in a tree
Azalea says she never thought
she'd steal souls for a living
And Kibu hasn't come to terms
with all of his misgivings
All the kids are in a prison yard,
Where murder is a way of life
They're dreaming of a day,
when their words don't have to rhyme
And none of them have to think
about running out of time
Better make some noise while you can
Better get your life right with a man
And you're new graves every day
Better find some joy that's for real
Gotta make more love than you steal
Grace is in a holding cell
that looks just like an office
He'd like to take a day off,
but he can't put down the bottle
they're sounding the alarm
But it's hard to throw a punch
with that needle in your arm
He wants to be a better man,
but he's plugged into a system
Where suicide is a way of life
he wants to change the sound
But the problem's he'll be gridlocked
when they put him in the ground
Better make some noise while you can
Better get your life right with the man
Better find some joy that's for real
Gotta make more love than you steal
And they're new graves every day
thrown around, beaten down,
Spoiler alert, I've read the book of life
and by the last page we were all the same
Better make some noise while you can
Why don't you let it ripe
Better find some joy, rest for free
Gotta make more love, gotta sneer
And they're digging new graves every day
They're digging new graves every day
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