They say that your uptight
Don't fear, fear I

Got splinters in your head Lord
Emotionally too civil [?]
Emotionally slipping down a spiral

Destroy, redraw
There's so many fester [?]
Your arrow [?] is a slide shot down a spiral

[whispering]
Grip my hands we're walking when I'm walking too slow
Grip my hands we're walking when I'm walking too slow

Grip my hands we're walking when I'm walking too slow
Grip my hands we're walking when I'm walking too slow
Grip my hands we're walking when I'm walking too slow
Grip my hands we're walking when I'm walking too slow

When sprouting out her bag
Get just in shot her path [?]

To redraw sickjaw [?]
Walk down to the table [?]
Your arrow [?] is a slide shot down a spiral