Her digestion is fucked up,

���������������� Margaux says�

�������� And I say so is the world.

They interrupt cartoons to

����������������� foretell our deaths�

���� and visions of Johanna

���������������������� Sings

���� to the sound of silence

And diamond-sized hail,

��������������� If we die today will we have failed.

������� I love you.

 

��� [it seems worse than it is]

������ We drink to death

��������������������� and then to life

 

I need a cigarette,

������������������ so does she.

But the FBI has locked me in my house

������ because mother nature has been

������ labeled a terrorist.