Abrasive to the touch
All in all in all the same thing now
We are gathered here in nonesuch
Hooks back to the line
And I trip over myself here
I trip over myself
Something's stuck in me here
And I can't get out
Some in paint
Some in blood
Some in makeup
Derail me
Derail me
Derail me
Derail me
To everything
Churn, churn, churn
There is a season
Churn, churn, churn
There is a reason
Churn, churn, churn
This ain't the time or the place
I am sick of walking into rainbows
I am sick of plugging into rainbows
I am sick of tuning into rainbows
I am sick of turning into rainbows
Some in paint
Some in blood
Some in makeup
Derail me
Derail me
Derail me
Derail me
Some in paint
Some in blood
Some in makeup
Derail me
Derail me
Derail me
Derail me
