Butterflies, they begin to flutter now Melting inside the popcorn butter brow His shots are lined up, gotta love that clinking sound Jess is cracking the whip to head down Am I an offering to the gods in the ring Entertaining feasts fit for a king? All the blood, sweat, and the tears that we put into everything Year after year, we're still here
In this field of vision (Field of vision) We seeing Cyclopean (Cyclopean) In this field of vision (Field of vision) We don't need need no religion
Still running blind after so many years Surely something's gotta give? (Woo) Corneal conditions got me scrutinizing I'm feeling like a horse on ket Yeah, the thunder of the hooves Run from a pack of wolves The drumming of the limbs, overtake the wind
Big ride, leather-eyed, with a one-track mind One race, one course, fly upon the metal horse Goose for the sauce, get bruised, get loose Attitude, blindfold me, I can see the music (Woo)
Look at me (Field of vision) You and your orchid of eyes (Cyclopean) Sight can sting (Field of vision) I'm thinking that it's harvest time, yeah
I lied to God Faith dead, stage plot Bird strike at height I glide
I'm being a silly I'm being a silly billy I'm being a silly I'm being a silly billy I'm being a silly I'm being a silly billy I'm being a silly Silly billy Woo One, twoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
