[Verse 1]

Squad firebirds, one-and-two, tie your belt

Radio circumstance throwin' silver at the temples

Local cot oil split cholestoral blockage

Under pressure from the graphite squandering potential

Temperate the forces, two out of sequence demand

Seperate discourse loss of facility command

Static is an instrument to major out the increments

Of rests it takes to make up for the distances we ran

Allergic reaction to air and workers' apparition

Rift-accelerated throws of on-technician

Blister from affection, boat-down rationale

Of variety of routine checks, capital bomb products

Animation let-down, staple table-scraps

Transferring weight, answering late, breaking the synapse

Of maps and diagrams, antibody pill thrill seek

Warheads run

[Chorus]

You run fast, you

Pass out, and lapse into things you can't translate, you

Form scars and

Change course, it takes so much just to concentrate

Aim, infect, and

Start crews, constitute causing to the unexplored, you

Draw blanks, and

Outline, can't criticise, mine can stand obscure

[Verse 2]

Aerialist optimal, ricochet from mortars

Preoccupation with the vertical blinds

That line the acoustic Serpico

Obtrusive vertigo, zenith yields the crops of

Twenty fields

Salvage some reluctance substance crossing the blue shields

It's unclear drywell in Orson with lo-fidel misfortune

Optional dust cover and cord, adjust stutterin' toward

Distortion plan non from out-of-portions

The illusionary plate, the placebo in the hair

The nostalgia in the poison

The phobia authors insure that they're onto the offense

As much as I'd like to endorse light if defined in the right context

[Chorus]

You run fast, you

Pass out, and lapse into things you can't translate, you

Form scars and

Change course, it takes so much just to concentrate

Aim, infect, and

Start crews, constitute causing to the unexplored, you

Draw blanks, and outline

Can't criticise, mine can stand obscure

[Verse 3]

Defeat to be defined, urge me on a turnaround-adopted service

See Crete-code's treatment, worried apprehensive leaflet

Concept mold and freeze it, upon further instruction: words of construction—paper frames

That claim their place on nothing's cutting room floor

Glutton's zooked four-over isn't all it in huge buildings

Slumping into waters held together by the transit arm

And the rancid farm of the uncharted

To clear me an antiquated sprint on an unfamiliar barge

An after-hour saint in an inhonourable discharge

Counter-pointed standstill, the colour-hungry madril

Trying to hanglide with a pocket full of anvils

And I'd like to be an intregal part being raised by obligations

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