Iguana Death Cult
Liquify
Wandering and whistling
Like stuck in a daydream
A shot of pure pleasure
Right into my bloodstream

It's so nice
Sunrise
Daze in my mind

I liquify as I
Make my way downtown
Squirm through the cracks
Of my wonderful playground

I see the blue skies
Tears in my eyes

Liquified
I've grown a little tired of my shape
Like a feather swaying in the breeze or outta space

Drop on the heads
Of malicious misfits
Kiss all their faces
They seem like they need it
The solid state rut
Deprived of love

Pink maracuja
And waltzing bеluga's
Walking my peacock
But I'm not meshuga

Neon poеtry
See God see me

Liquified
I've grown a little tired of my shape
Like a feather swaying in the breeze or outta space

Liquified
I've grown a little tired of my shape
Like a feather swaying in the breeze or outta space

Liquified
I've grown a little tired of my shape
Like a feather swaying in the breeze or outta space