I enjoy stroking my head on the cranes
But they alone are all just one in the same
Don't mean to try to walk about
Amongst stolen sights to talk about A passionate lie won't ease ya' now
Maybe I was found just bathed in doubt
Well I'll scan a different coast
Where my blame can lay and roast
In the heat of my own treason
Just as another payment towards
I remain aware of those
When consumed to Now do you In the gluey And the scenery starts peelin'
This is the final line I wrote
And applying it To bring down the ceiling
This is the final line I wrote
And applying it To bring down the ceiling
