[Verse 1]
Squad firebirds, one-and-two, tie your belt
Radio circumstance throwin' silver at the temples
Local cot oil split cholestoral blockage
Under pressure from the graphite squandering potential
Temperate the forces, two out of sequence demand
Seperate discourse loss of facility command
Static is an instrument to major out the increments
Of rests it takes to make up for the distances we ran
Allergic reaction to air and workers' apparition
Rift-accelerated throws of on-technician
Blister from affection, boat-down rationale
Of variety of routine checks, capital bomb products
Animation let-down, staple table-scraps
Transferring weight, answering late, breaking the synapse
Of maps and diagrams, antibody pill thrill seek
Warheads run

[Chorus]
You run fast, you
Pass out, and lapse into things you can't translate, you
Form scars and
Change course, it takes so much just to concentrate
Aim, infect, and
Start crews, constitute causing to the unexplored, you
Draw blanks, and
Outline, can't criticise, mine can stand obscure
[Verse 2]
Aerialist optimal, ricochet from mortars
Preoccupation with the vertical blinds
That line the acoustic Serpico
Obtrusive vertigo, zenith yields the crops of
Twenty fields
Salvage some reluctance substance crossing the blue shields
It's unclear drywell in Orson with lo-fidel misfortune
Optional dust cover and cord, adjust stutterin' toward
Distortion plan non from out-of-portions
The illusionary plate, the placebo in the hair
The nostalgia in the poison
The phobia authors insure that they're onto the offense
As much as I'd like to endorse light if defined in the right context

[Chorus]
You run fast, you
Pass out, and lapse into things you can't translate, you
Form scars and
Change course, it takes so much just to concentrate
Aim, infect, and
Start crews, constitute causing to the unexplored, you
Draw blanks, and outline
Can't criticise, mine can stand obscure

[Verse 3]
Defeat to be defined, urge me on a turnaround-adopted service
See Crete-code's treatment, worried apprehensive leaflet
Concept mold and freeze it, upon further instruction: words of construction—paper frames
That claim their place on nothing's cutting room floor
Glutton's zooked four-over isn't all it in huge buildings
Slumping into waters held together by the transit arm
And the rancid farm of the uncharted
To clear me an antiquated sprint on an unfamiliar barge
An after-hour saint in an inhonourable discharge
Counter-pointed standstill, the colour-hungry madril
Trying to hanglide with a pocket full of anvils
And I'd like to be an intregal part being raised by obligations
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