My Love For Extremes

He took on a shade of green
Long ago, and many a fool
Along the way
Have been lost to this
(I know you can't afford to be wrong)
And we can't either
We want it back

I can't afford to lose you
But that's not what this is about
If love ever had a second name

Its attachment
And if you had an ounce
Of common sense
You would be witness to this
(But try your best not to be of this world)
Fly with the rest of your
Glassy eyed angels

Straight to heaven gate, and don't forget
Your spare change to horde and render useless
Gold was always more valuable than bread in
The stomachs of the starving

And you dare say that I'm godless, less evolved
Sure to be stuck in my rut

Well, I say that you're gutless
The first in line to be our rip off artist
The first to change your name
To push more product
We finally got it back
From the clutches of absurdity
And our bond is
Measured by nothing

No books, no rounds
No quotas, no books, no rounds
No quotas, no books
No rounds, no quotas, no books
No rounds, no quotas
No books, no rounds, no quotas

And certainly not by how many units sold
I tell you krishna's dead
To me along with my love for extremes
I tell you krishna's dead

So tell me to go to hell for all I care
Life without love
Is no different
I've been there
And it offered no hope
Dead is dead
Dead is dead
Dead is dead
Dead is dead