Doing Fine, Doing Swell

Isolation is a shallow kingdom
welcome home, my lucky son
We almost lost you there
but rest assured, you belong with us

Doing fine, doing swell

I love how humourless you are
three times the charm
we dragged you back
because you wouldn’t exist

Doing fine, doing swell

We’ll give you the cure to this
pathetic immortality one day
Until then, you can murder sobriety
time to take charge
and hurt yourself...

Doing fine, doing swell

The End

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