Shut your f**ing mouth. tradition does not seem to be working because of its mechanical tone
It's one that paralyzes my thoughts and defies my suspense, I breeze through walls as they scratch
My floor boards a blue light. looks up, white flash looks away and one blue little f** makes me look up
Two blue f**s make me look away. this is not the truth, this is lies, this is bullsh**
I resolve you with a trick of hand and a joke of sight