Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else
You steam our unstable eyes and glass
Not get [bad word] off through my bird lips as good news
Still we can find our love down from behind
Down far behind this fabulous, my [bad word] 
Beetles and eggs and blues and bells and eggs and then blues
Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else
You steam our unstable eyes and glass
Not get [bad word] off through my bird lips as good news

You'll have the hardest black and dullest knife
We hanged your pass and start being as you in ecstasty
Still being cried and laughed at before
Should I be sewn in hugged I can by not saying
Still being cried and laughed at from light to blue

And should I be hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque
And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
You mind not saying

He'll have the hardest black and dullest ignite
Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains
We hanged your pass and star being as you in ecstasy
Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains
Should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains
Hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque for key