Hold yo’ head

Stripped down to your heels

It's your neck sick, on the wheel

- This triangle – ain’t down to make it a square

So hold on to your pillow, just step back

Or break this silence

- This animation

Dropped the ball, and killed the pill

Since broken characters won't make it home...

They never crushed bones

Grab a hold of your heart

It’s not a straight stray

Still hold on to your round

- That animation

Stealing my steps

Out of this world

- Like this regression

It's your steps stealing my art

So why stick to the script

When you gon’ play out our part

Legs lost ever since, since it all started

Retarded, still feel the pain

- The heart

Fuck you, then

‘Cos the ball’s back on run

And your ass’s on the way

Carry worth the eight

And back to the bay

The pigs, blasting away...but way too late

You’re back in

Now carry worth my weight

No longer feel it on my back

My pain lost that trait