Pandering to precious minerals but selling short your instinct's no way to live.
Cancel every birthday soiree you were stoked to go to, but you never had gifts.
There were lights and there were cameras but no audience to play to, so you just quit.
Partially, but consequently, we'll just fade into the background all in due time.

Make us into happy men.
Make us into happy men.
The brand new collegiates wince.
Welcoming home crust and sin.

When you came to, you were dizzy due to cocktails made my doctors and their students.
They removed your empathy and now you are emotionless, but just not quite dead.
Survey says we'll lose you in a couple of hours, but that's a risk we will take.
Lost endeavors. Guilty feathers.
Violent weather. Shift to sever.
I'll not relent!

Look at how the grasslands cringe.
Posing friends as mannequins.
When does abstinence begin?
Make us into happy men.

PURGE.
She said, "The devil lives in laterals.
He watches every inch of skin we show to one another.
We are fucked while we fuck."

Some glad morning, I'll appreciate the things you did for me when I was asleep.
The addition of shade acclimates me better to protect myself from the sun.
Is it better for me to resume my quest or would I rather rest for tonight?
Ulcers. Cancers.
Questions. Answers.
Sleeping dancers.
Mild entrancers.
Where are the dogs?

Sing you home with mandolins.
Bartering with snake and skin.
You've made us all happy men.
But we cannot love again.