I smiled cause I know I tried firing up the circuits
CanÔÇÖt see myself jumping double Dutch
Cause I know IÔÇÖd smell the plastic burning
Last night was a pessimistic skydive
In foolish narcotic shell
Beat the boredom that frames the lightning
Beat the path of the ritual
Gonna become gonna become gonna become gonna become unsound
Bottom lip quivers rage is so apparent
DonÔÇÖt know whether to kill or cry
DonÔÇÖt know whether to rebuild or to burn it
You donÔÇÖt know how just to say goodbye
IÔÇÖll tell you what, whatÔÇÖs to tell
ItÔÇÖs the world not a call I can screen out
Keep it down see if it digests
Your batteries are shot
So are the instruments
Gonna become gonna become gonna become gonna become unsound
You better run, donÔÇÖt want to become yourself
Flies in and out of focus
Next best thing to a rage
I donÔÇÖt like the way that it coaxes me to explain
If you donÔÇÖt realize itÔÇÖs crazy
If you canÔÇÖt understand the source
DonÔÇÖt reach too fast for the answers cause it gets worse
Turn your face to the day thatÔÇÖs striking
Bend the barrel when the chambers full
IÔÇÖd give you more but you know that thereÔÇÖs nothing
Hardly get any sleep at all
IÔÇÖll tell you what, whatÔÇÖs to tell
ItÔÇÖs the world not a call I can screen out
DonÔÇÖt kill your partner before the dancingÔÇÖs started
Kill the path of the ritual
