El West:
Gla** Key
Blaheta
In the vastness of a Friday night
Scream to me
Carry on young days
Like the same old ways
Mathematically
Never say a word
Still without a sound
To the phrase you speak
Overthrow your chair
Cause your eyes to glare
Crashing through the people
Minds eye, for all time, forever
Well I'd like to know
Gray shades and locked doors
You made for you
Well I'd like to know
But still, I want to be like they are
I want to be like them
Overturn your hand
Like a catty king
Like majority
Feet that seems so small
Cause you vest it all in polarity
Slap into my face
Like the rats we race up and down the halls
Look inside the night
Keeping you from sight
Keeping you from everything
Minds eye, for all time, forever
Well I'd like to know
Gray shades and locked doors
You made for you
Well I'd like to know
Well I'd like to know
I want to be like them
I want to be like them
I want to be like
Them