One, two, three, four.
I am the heart like a pick-up side of the modern tyrant.
Laws of the shadows, colors of justice, I don't know what it meant.
How patriotism is now enough, and it's powerful stuff.
Can we get it quite enough in here?
I can hear God, the cat's paws crossing the cheese.
Oh, the wish tomorrow is what I whisper.
I'm on your lips, and I fall to my knees.
I am the heart like the war room is dead, janitors moving.
Talking of the dark doors, the enchanted paths, I don't know what they meant.
With something to fall back on, yeah, people usually do.
Hit the lights, kill the room.
Can we get it quite enough?
Can we get it quite enough in here?
I can hear God, the cat's paws crossing the cheese.
And the wish tomorrow is what I whisper.
I'm on your lips, and I fall to my knees.
I'm not afraid of convincing this.
I'm just uncertain for sure.
I'm not of no one.
I'm made for this.
Teach me what to want.
I am the heart like a pick-up besides a dormant tyrant.
He's coming from the shadows, feeling being seen.
I don't know what he meant.
I don't guess I'd listen.
It's more than enough.
It's powerful stuff.
You need to melt me.


Can we get it quite enough in here?
So I can hear God, the cat's paws crossing the cheese.
Hit the lights, kill the room.



They know so long it's one whisper from your lips.
And I fall to my knees.
I am not afraid of convincing this.
I am just uncertain for sure.
I'm not of no one!
I'm made for this.
Teach me what to want.
And though I'm not yet earnest, I'm not giving up yet.


I am not unmakingly sincere
I'm over you
I'm over you
I'm over you
I'm over you
I'm over you
I'm over you
I'm over you