The Waves of Kurlath Lyrics

She smokes complicated cigarettes

Because the words just sound so right

She's a serotonin junkie

And I don't think she's very bright

Her pancake payoff minarets

What the hell are they

I had to Google the name of her pet

And it don't mean anything

But on fashion

She has me pinned to a stake

Her social media style

Leaves me drowned in its wake

Her life is segregated, compartmentalized

Could it be that every door contains a room of lies

She'll go on Facebook and she'll rip you a new a-hole

But amoral judgment comes from amoral souls

Her jade-green vanity will destroy Tokyo

Her thump-thump apathy approaches honor rolls

Her breath of fire cleanses scoreboards one and all

Your row of conscience tanks will not effect her fall

But on flashiness

She is a beacon wide

I'm just glad it's not me

Standing by her side