[Hook] You're carving soft what you don't need Can I give you a hand?
[Verse 1] I was training for the battle to death You've forced me into the sun, list of questions You're never looking for the blaming carousel So I've been laughing along, savages for no one
[Verse 2] Which push from the plastic can I please? We've set you on a stony path It just looks normal at the time While we slither across the opus back
[Verse 3] I'm staring at red sun, wishing clever tales Strip the horse from the pasture I want to play just like on the wall Lay on the lanes like the paragon cast on