Oh, teen machine, ima pound your flesh in a drummers sick dream.
We watch, grass fall off to see the checkerd throat,
inside out mouthes we've got all stereos!
Oh, teen machine, every single piano ever met in my life,
never sound as good as thata casio keys.
burning in the sea, you see the side of pre-teen.
oh that, laser rain, kept me up all night again
scratching at the window like the back of a beast,
howling at the door like a dog under his feet!
shake your hand (like a folder of feathers!)
shake your legs (like the laceyest towl!)
shake your skin! (like a shattered taping)
gnash your teeth, (like a feathering swan!)

and if you make, a process life,
get your health so right.
get your health so sick.
get your health set right, yeah.

Oh, teen machine, the worlds got me wet, i got no beginning.
now I'm coughing up marachas and tamberines,
looking off the cliffs of eternity.
shake your hands (like you're full of disaster!)
shake your lips (like you hate your tongue!)
shake your skin! (like a summer with bad sex)
gnash your teeth, (like an exported car!)

and if you make, a process life,
blame it on the laser rain, just blame it on the laser rain!
and if you like, what process has,
blame it on the laser rain, just blame it on the laser rain.

La, ser life!
La, ser life!
La, ser life!
La, ser life!

you cant write a song thats about a soldier, whose in his day he thinks of dining.
you crack the sky with all 12 times, and stay in a digital coffin.
you cry all out your windowsill, those tough machetes come to their stilts.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

and if you make, a process life,
blame it on the laser rain, just blame it on the laser rain!
and if you like, what process has,
blame it on the laser rain, just blame it on the laser rain.