All that water you drink won't make you pure
and I haven't made enough mistakes lately
but I see you, and know a huge one's commin'.
I'm getting a bottle of water out of the fridge
and preparing to try your method.
The parts of you that don't wash out
Are what will keep me going.
No one's completely pure.

These aren't our faults
But we must try to carry them off with a bold face
All we know is that our world is corrupted and
We pity their ignorance because our contempt for them is too great.

The spirits are warm
While the sentiments lack a high degree.