Hold yo’ head
Stripped down to your heels
It's your neck sick, on the wheel
- This triangle – ain’t down to make it a square
So hold on to your pillow, just step back
Or break this silence
- This animation

Dropped the ball, and killed the pill
Since broken characters won't make it home...
They never crushed bones

Grab a hold of your heart
It’s not a straight stray
Still hold on to your round
- That animation
Stealing my steps
Out of this world
- Like this regression
It's your steps stealing my art

So why stick to the script
When you gon’ play out our part
Legs lost ever since, since it all started
Retarded, still feel the pain
- The heart

Fuck you, then
‘Cos the ball’s back on run
And your ass’s on the way
Carry worth the eight
And back to the bay
The pigs, blasting away...but way too late
You’re back in
Now carry worth my weight
No longer feel it on my back
My pain lost that trait