[Lyrics] [Verse 1] Sacred plate on the line, gold Aquila dripping pink Techmarine on his knees, you're asking him to think Ten thousand years of war, never learned to fold Found his little pink sock, story never told You know no fear, but you know blush Sterile by design, but your cheeks are flushed[Pre] ANGELS OF DEATH KNOW NO FEAR (but you do know fabric softener) Said you'd never love, now you love my laundry PINK CHAOS IN THE LAUNDRY BASKET Your pauldron's my hamper, babe, I'm sorry not sorry[Chorus] [Breakdown - whispered to him] It's just laundry... unless it's not... Look at him holding that tiny pink sock like it's a relic while you turned his sacred shoulder into a basket. Perfect broken pride
