Die on Mars (Sunspot)

I teach guitar To celebrities like you Caught up in the flash mob Invited to the mall after dark So while you're miserable at the party, you can kill the navigation (Witness this) Let’s test this pregnant fear, solicit evidence Spill it in your purse with the cap off You're so full of shit Writing lines for astronauts Side story to the sunspot Shift, sink Made to suffer, but dead Bird, at mass When will it stop In passing 7:30 on the clock apostle on deaths door 7 times 7 times 7 again in the bear trap Come into alone when you sleep with the fixes And endorse in your stitches There's so much out there that I wish spoke of A few more years and a re-issue should clear it up And I used to think I would hate myself enough to write something memorable in the grand scheme of a guilty plea But where’s the spark and the sudden singalongs from people that I wished were my friends at the start of this all I've never stuck the wet rag in the electrical socket Have you blemished this sick game? Taken away it's power? Picture perfect, fresh faced fringe into the other side (You make me feel like I could love myself You could give me the whole world tomorrow I never said you were required to I never wanted to take up all your time) Hold off till the day I fly off Till the day that I die on mars Sun Spot Recover Naysayer calls Naysayer lies Entomb this art Let this art die