It's a liqyid summer day, It's going through my brain Flowing throug my brain Slowly. Now I'm sittin stirring the sticky morning Dusty, vein. Going through my brain Isolation.
Ref. Now i fall in this rabbit hole This trap it will catch me I'm confused and sick A broken stick.
I have seen many different worlds I've learnt lots of foreign words I still don't know Your language to speak.