Testo Quite Exciting, This Computer Magic

These things just seem so minimal when were still told who we can and cannot love
I'm a white suburban male and yet I still blame everything else when I fail

Have we forgotten why we sing?
Or given up on everything?

Honey, we've shrunk the kids will to fight
Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light We're cutting the threads of the things we've sewn

This room is filled with smoke and I can barely breathe
These kids won't even remember me
Someone take me home

Honey, we've shrunk the kids will to fight
Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light
We're cutting the threads of the things we've sewn

Honey, we've shrunk the kids will to fight
Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light
We're coming to terms with the seeds we've sown