SOS

Falling, falling, falling, SOS, do it
Falling, falling, falling, emptiness (x2)

Yeah, it's like a half selfish sending of an S-O-S
At the end of all'em, 'em-pti-pti-ness-ness

Back to a party in aid
Sending search parties
Falling, falling, falling
For a star gone dim

Sent for spent like fill
Amongst the egg shell spill and suit up selves
You choose, you choose your own arm
And all the better strong arm

Some direction
In the mid decision, in midsection
To hang the mid zip skin of you
At twenty something on the hook before you

To better get a north star underneath your tongue
To get a north star underneath
To better get a north star underneath your tongue

Get chest club here if it's heavy is it just get
small bier, head long fall
No heavy yet, heavist is to by, tall guy
And then on a small bier fear and heaviest of chest
And then on a small bier fear and heaviest of chest

It's like a half selfish sending of an SOS
Without stretching one in [bad word] To the edge of all emptiness (x3)

half selfish sending of an SOS
Without stretching one in [bad word] To the edge of all emptiness (x3)

Forever vile sending an impertinent stare, SOS
Your viled ed impertinence
Forever vile sending an impertinent stare
Your viled ed impertinence

to the V to the to the R to the Y
To the T to the to the I to the N to the To the I to the S to the to the M
To the P to the T to the Y and [bad word] over (x3)

to the V to the to the R to the Y
To the T to the to the I to the N to the To the I to the S to the to the M
To the P to the T to the Y