Page Me Wolverine

Another monday morning,

a pot of coffee.

(you never throw a change-up.)

God bless the good caffeine

as the one accepted demon

you're never letting go of...

a smile on your face befits your place

(MTV's the running joke that everybody knows)

we have our little ways to waste our days...

light, urban, terrorism.

we're burning the new gods.

page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you're welcome to my machine.

page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you're welcome to my machine.

take up all your free time

listening to b-sides

and find a new messiah.

we're mixing the solution,

calling it cold fusion.

tell me, can you dig that?

starting out ascent

we then begin

(we're only getting higher.)

tell someone to speak up

of what we're in need of.

"the warriors killed cyrus."

blaming it off on me

page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you're welcome to my machine. (10x)