Season
Surrender
Fall into
The blender
Become now
My liquid
Consume me
My sweetness
Keep licking
My feet, miss
Then stop now.
Surrender
Fall into
My blender
I spin you
Pretender
Make you a
Contender
Your fight now
My fight now
I win, it's
Alright now
You'd rather
Start fighting
And try to
Touch lightning
Then sit in
The bleachers
Not losing
Not winning
Forgetting
The spinning
And wasting
The season