The cops in the city are making a problem,
Embellishing this pulse and losing their conscience, oh oh! oh oh!
Run through the fields, burn through the fields,
Blaze through the fields and feel all the words you can steal.
Comforting closer and mirrors beside them are converting the choir,
To worship my poison.
Hey hey! hey hey!
Run through the fields, burn through the fields,
Blaze through the fields and steal all the words you can feel.

Dissecting intangibles and pink plastic capsules.
You never know how far you go until he's gone.
Taking that razor to sharpen your teeth and...

Five fingers, goddamn!
Four fingers, whoa!
Three fingers roll and ten pins to go!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ten tiny babies sitting on keys,
Which little infant has one for me?
Hey hey hey!
All I want to do is kiss your neck,
And see how your body sweats.
Oh, please honey, scream my name.
Please please please!
Just take that razor and cut out your teeth till...
Five fingers, goddamn!
Four fingers, whoa!
Three fingers roll and ten pins to go
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ten tiny babies sitting on keys,
Which little infant has one for me?
Hey hey hey!
Welcome to the wild wild east!
Hehehe.

I wanna go to the town below,
See if I can find a stranger to hold.
I'm a big word and I can't attack.
I wanna find a body that can't be seen.
It will make all the envy on the birds and bees!
It's a big word; heart attack.
Rabbit, and Piglet, and Winnie the Poo
That old owl and Eeyore too;
Their cake is served with vengeance.
Christopher Robin won't know how to stop them,
Too many problems and no time to solve them.
He's a big word so attack
Picture me sailing across the blue ceilings,
Skies at our wedding and seas where you're leaving.
I hope the ring will fit.
These wounds fit my tongue like a hand in a glove,
Don’t you spill milk when push comes to shove.
Life's a big word so attack.
I wanna go to the hell below,
See if I can cast a shadow to hold.
Still there's nothing that will stop me.
That's gonna stop me!
I wanna be the boy that can't be seen,
I'm just so envious of birds and bees.
She's just too damn cute I can't attack.
What the hell does it feel like?
Just can't make any sense
These lyrics are pretentious and affected at best.
And I’m full of it but I can't stop now
I'm so tired of writing about girls I don’t know,
The ink starts to run when my blood gets too cold.
These metaphors are the weak attempts.
To picture me smiling on top such tall buildings
Such tragic endings for bad luck bad timing,
I hope they let me slip.
I get so fed up with my own selfish self
I keep bluffing away on shitty hands that I’m dealt.
It's romantic but it's cheap.

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