Sudden moves so slow to grow,
Record scratches become music to our ears,
Wreck it and tuck it under basements,
Your bed is a colander to sift bad memories,
Outside of each of us is something you can't trust.

Don't trust the shadow boy,
Break ties with his chants,
Fingers crossed, R tossed behind backs,
Take him on now.
Right now,
n o w.

******* your hands,
Restraining rubber bands,
Freakish offhand to demand,
And now we're ******* up contraband,
It might taste like sand,
But it's actually bland, man,
Oh I hate the way I stand,
Do you understand?
Of course you don't understand,
Cause I'm gonna countermand,
Drive yourself to misbrand, me,
This isn't land,
This isn't land,
Just quicksand

Don't trust the shadow boy,
Break ties with his chants,
Fingers crossed, R tossed behind backs,
Take him on now.
Right now,
n o w.