What a feeling I feel a feel for real I'm and flippin' a table
I shed a tear and then in the mirror Still hear but blasted out through pineal
Sand trap, the only is still under construction vein but different textures An infinite
I'm whip my hip out my frame Twist bone hooks through the brain Loops lonely a twin action enough to flip the attraction
I hide Pacing back and Some is what I need But I'm stuck
I lie all my dreams fall short Of everything that I be If I slouching
back to my range If you can't hang you know I change
She'd be a model if you gave her time She'll the bottle if you give her a sign
I can see it and it's audibly Tastes like a can of broccoli hook like slimy apostrophe One missing between two monstrosities
I'm whip my hip out my frame Twist that hooks through the brain lonely needs a twin action Fast enough to flip the
I hide Pacing back and Some vanity is I need But I'm slouching
I lie When all my fall short Of everything that I be If I slouching
Oh...Blast!
Cut after cut of energy Beams are and I'm like "yay" Back in the beast, hate this impulse it up then ride the wave
I just to be the slick glaive robed in glow round the wheel, now I know what I known I just wanted to be the slick glaive robed in All wrapped up and and rolled through the snow, go
Go Go Go Go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go