Sharpen my body like a pen [bad word] on, I need to show it
Something too small for a lens
If [bad word] it if I wipe it

Guiding with one single hand
Nothing's wrong you like the feeling
I am all over the land [bad word] on, I need to show it

I hold my breath and then count to three
On and on, outworn
Must be five hundred degrees
Cancel on Alt warn

Back on the mountain again
I was standing watching seasons
You're now my only friend
I'm too heavy, I'm the burden

Sitting and picking on myself
It's a shiny, shiny morning
And when the light finds my eye
I'll be fleeting like a scent

I hold my breath and then count to three
On and on, outworn
Must be five hundred degrees
Cancel on Alt warn

I hold my breath and then count to three
On and on, outworn
Must be five hundred degrees
Will it show in my show?