Acclimate

We wouldn't let there be nothing Slices of memories floating Embracing your gloating Your ingenuity is potent You wear your number on your sleeve And you expect us to just get up and leave? The wound is open Go ahead pour it on, lay it thick for I am done It's not too late We mustn't bend morals for indecent quarrels No, it's not too late Do not acclimate Do not, do not acclimate Do not, do not acclimate We resist the orders becoming So tirelessly devoting To your D.N.A. coding Inside your shiny exterior coating And we so effortlessly believe And you expect us to just get up and leave? The wound is open Go ahead pour it on, lay it thick for I am done It's not too late We mustn't bend morals for indecent quarrels No, it's not too late Do not acclimate Do not, do not acclimate Do not, do not acclimate Give up morality or face mortality Time to face reality to reclaim vitality Acclimation is insanity Insanity Insanity The wound is open Go ahead pour it on, lay it thick for I am done It's not too late We mustn't bend morals for indecent quarrels No, it's not too late Do not acclimate The wound, the wound is open Oh god, oh open It's not, it's not too late, too late Do not, do not acclimate Do not, do not acclimate The wound is open Go ahead pour it on, lay it thick for I am done It's not too late We mustn't bend morals for indecent quarrels No, it's not too late Do not acclimate The wound, the wound is open