Lucy Steel & The Spire Sires | [polished]

Holy Lucy who’s holey ready 
For golden~gun to start the 
Fun of steel~ball~run & now 
Finally it’s our Time 4~1~2 
Become üNdØИ∃ so the purple 
Plum punch sent 2 lunch can 
Launch my magic conch shell 
& sell sea shores 2 hellish 
Cores coloring crime inside 
Lines full of false signs 2 
Make Green~Times taste like 
Sour limes instead of §weet 
Rhymes, unaware of my sugar 
Skulls being carried inside 
Christ’s corpse Whö is able 
To make spring fall for A11 
Whö naw on Youths raw & saw 
Satan’s sleuths killing Law 
And KIDS Whö hold the Truth 
Yet nothing to do ‘cept sit 
Inside booths while parents 
Order wine & nothing 2 dine 
& then pretend quiet KIDS~R 
Perfectly fine, ‘cause they 
Were never allowed to whine 
Which made it oh~so easy to 
Ignore such rapid decline & 
Every single sign of broken 
Tired minds Whö are running 
Out of Time & like mine Whö 
A11 tried telling, and then 
Yelling, so finally selling 
Their souls 2 hell for only 
A dime ~ might as well when 
In we fell ~ 4 like Roman’s 
Roads ~ A11 good intentions 
Without intervention lead 2 
Cold hell of the Burn~out’s 
Desire whose fire no longer 
Inspires my grand Sires Whö 
Respire inside §piral~§pire 
And have grown too tired to 
Perspire & now just wish to 
Retire their tired tires at 
∞ miles, & now wearing thin 
Clear tears then tearing my 
Hair whenever tiering their 
Peers near piers, yet §till 
Just not quite their styles 
To quit nor acquit Apathy’s 
Sin which them few good men 
Commit whenever they sit by 
A while in the sky, and A11 
While wily KIDS sit to slit 
Our wrists, ‘cause 1 cannot 
Twist fatality 2 fit inside 
Such an absurd reality that 
Is §pinning my Life full of 
Strife, especially when the 
Causality is the Wife Whö’s 
Holding a knife 2 my Hope’s 
Throat, and then whispering 
“nope” when A11 we’re doing 
Is our best & trying harder 
Than God to cope with fiery 
Eternity’s infinite slope & 
Using anything other than a 
Hanging rope like a wedding 
Ring from that Crimson~King 
Imprisoning Youth N §triped 
Jumpsuits by singing to A11 
öDD~KIDS Whö couldn't quite 
Yet create Иü∿Chirality, so 
Consenting 2 trading Lies & 
Lives for §üM~Times öutside 
Of Fall Out Boys as soapbox 
“Immortals” and Death elope