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

 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
 Will it show in my show?

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