[Chorus]
Drifter games, and if the strange
Feeling in the ceiling block still remains
Build the same, filled frame by frame
With plain disdain temperature

[Verse 1]
Rest the meters, information inflammation
Currently relate stomach, from it summit-side
Digital gender, DNA seize the day
Lead the way to shore relief, catch-release consumer
Basic train occupied, placing names on modified arts
With holes, fit for older and breathe the cold air supply
Notice the compact size [?]
Anti-skate with a sandstone feel
The rundown homes will seem almost real
Time will be the one thing you can't steal
So the cop's watch stopped, and my optical blade like [?]
Strayed from the art cons one-by-one
When there's figures in the hand writing thumb's request
And the ringing in your head is a drum sequence
And the pinkish backdrop is dawn

[Chorus]
Drifter games, and if the strange
Feeling in the ceiling block still remains
Build the same, filled frame by frame
With plain disdain temperature
[Verse 2]
It's raw, the ion requirement
Blew a hole through the environment and laughed 'til I sleeped
Frag direly leaped into the deepest end of new
Trash-my-room redundance, all the happiness in you
When the ovation stopped and I dropped out of sight
Flew my "No patience" kite with a key tied to it
See we tried to sit when everyone stood
Initialling our mark on the loneliest of good
And if it's only as good as the paper it's printed on
Behaviour is a song meant for all angry typers
Pipe-cleaner's delight, how's this
CR, O2, and hovercrafts, sip the pasteur-ised for reactor
Emphatic grip on a ten after break, when laughter makes you odd man out
You don't touch the phone and you stone-wall guests

[Chorus]
Drifter games, and if the strange
Feeling in the ceiling block still remains
Build the same, filled frame by frame
With plain disdain temperature