You can always find your heart

Again

Even when the blood inside

Squeezes out through needles

Or a light puff

And drips down the window

Snip, snip goes the people

Reactionary reformers

Greedy, mindless sons of bitches

Here they are again

Back to the good old day

But when you find out you can't

Trip back in time

You can always find your heart again

I'll be here