I stand firm for a soil,
Lick a rock off foil, so reduce me, 
Seduce me,
Dress me up in Stüssy.
 [bad word] is ‘round the corner where I shelter...
Isms and schisms...
We’re living on a skelter;
If you believe, I’ll [bad word] sense says you are the thief.
Let me take you down the corridors of my life...

And when you walk, do you walk to your preference?
No need to answer ‘till I take further evidence;
I seem to need a reference to get residence...
reference to your preference to say.
I’m a good neighbour, I [bad word] 
So judge me for my labour,
Lobotomy ensures my good behavior.

The constant [bad word] 
Ensures my insanity.
Passing the indifference ensures 
The [bad word] for my family.
We’re hungry, beware 
Of our appetite.
Distant [bad word] bring the news of a kill tonight.
The kill which I share with my passengers;
We take our fill, take our fill, take a feel...

I stand firm for a soil,
Lick a rock off foil, so reduce me, 
Seduce me,
Dress me up in Stüssy.
Confused by different memories, details of Asian remedies, conversations, 
Of what’s [bad word] of enemies.
My brain thinks bomb-like,
So I listen, he’s a calm type.

As I grow...

And as I grow, 
I grow collective.
Before the move 
Sit on the perspective.
Mr. Quail’s in the crevice and watches from the precipices.
Imperial passage...

Heat from the sun someday slowly passes,
Until then, 
You have to live with yourself. 
Until then, 
you have to live with yourself.
...

I stand firm for a soil,
Lick a rock off foil, so reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up in Stüssy.
 [bad word] is ‘round the corner where I shelter.
Isms and schisms, 
We’re living on a skelter.
If you believe, I’ll deceive,  [bad word] sense says that you are the thief.
Let me take you down the corridor...
...

My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like,
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like, bomb-like,
My brain thinks bomb-like,
Beware of our appetite.