Come, gather around, you posh politeriots
Come introverts, come, socialites
Come, little class mediocrats
Come, virtual monkeys
Come, junklets, come, junkies

Citizens of the declined
But bewary as you witness this tale of woe
For the story could be your own

In our soiled souls
A sadness is sold
Weep, as you watch it grow

Lyrics submitted by VeganRodent

Solemn's Midway song meanings
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