Naivete Testo

We have met the enemy and he is us
We'll take the sound away and take his trust
You'll fire on land, straight through the crust
In empty bottles you'll find your guts
You'll help him up for he is sex
We've met him dry and he's surely wet
He's round the corner, round up the sect
In all the bottles you'll find the wrecks
Oh pretty thing please help me up
And help me up and help me up
And regulate, the enemy's us
Our simple minds, his simple trust
Please let me finish I'm all but done
Begin to understand I am the man
Hallucinate
Lose your taste
Begin to see you are naive
Aura up, you eye her up
It's a man's son, I'm all but done