Meaningless suns and Indigo lights
Werewolves seek banshees in the mist of the night
They are desperate monsters with hidden agendas
Becoming any charming deception if there's an angle worth exploring
Fueled by water moccasins and amber waves of grain
The impressionable young ones, so pretty yet so naïve
Their blank cardboard cutout smiles taking innocence for granted
Victimized faces like welcomed viruses
You're in the real world now ladies, you're eighteen and there's no turning back
He's sweet, "such a nice guy", but that's his conspiracy
Sweetness in never a voice, always and only just a taste
It's eye candy in a hot tub and a beer within arm's reach
It's too delicious to downplay, jaw wide open, tongue wagging wildly
Too tainted to accept without a proper evaluation from 1 to 10
In their minds you're simply a gorgeous animal or the flavor of the week
Like a slender pink flamingo or love potion ice cream
From tabletops to dance floors to plea bargains at red lights they howl in harmony
From lips to ears promises pushed and screamed