The screen warps with your pelvis
In even tempered waves
Fermented lucid, pregnant dreams
Of holding hands with a cannibal
Reformat reach
Pressing and moaning
They're in our insides
And it tastes like propulsion
Their trails are knotting and knotting
Amounting to something
They play with their hems
Ask if I'd like to sing along
Hey, leather insides
I can't see past today
Toe the tine - throw
Oh, I'm swimming alone
Show me the antidote
They keep telling us we want more and more
But mother is calling us home
Our eyes recreate what they replay
And I've seen things that your tendons
Could never replace
They're in our insides
Yeah, I wanna sing along
Sing along
Toe the line
And we'll wake up on whatever side
Betamax magnet The screen warps with your pelvis In even tempered waves Fermented lucid, pregnant dreams Of holding hands with a cannibal Reformat reach Pressing and moaning They're in our insides And it tastes like propulsion Their trails are knotting and knotting Amounting to something They play with their hems Ask if I'd like to sing along Hey, leather insides I can't see past today Toe the tine - throw Oh, I'm swimming alone Show me the antidote They keep telling us we want more and more But mother is calling us home Our eyes recreate what they replay And I've seen things that your tendons Could never replace They're in our insides Yeah, I wanna sing along Sing along Toe the line And we'll wake up on whatever side Explain Request ×
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