l'm creeping around the circles of friends I have inside my head
stone the witch of population and leave me there when l'm dead
All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too
wicked like the sun l'm melting for the spell of you two
l'm off the shore and fade into your sea
Don't seperate me when I suffer
Use a bit of me indeed
Don't even stop me when l'm on speed
All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too
wicked like the sun l'm melting for the spill of you two
but now l'm coming through
l've reached the point of mass confusion
built to pick it into sand
request it to your own illusion
that's the story and that's the end.
