The ceiling below
The length of your shoulders
Is slipping
And reeling
In stopped motion
In stopped motion
In stopped motion

On the path, the fine line
Moving to my gurl
My twin, undetectable
My criminal
We're keeping the sea sated

Straight ahead with focus
Moving to my gurl
Amidst the rage, the firing range
And fashion
The clicking of heels surrounds me
Oh-oh
I call to the sky
"we will rise up, against the invisible"
I'll brush the hair from my eyes
Cause it's in my way
And I wanna see you see me shine