You're gonna pop, into heaven
With your head caved in.
You're gonna feel the silt hard
Before you do it, again.

You're gonna rhyme around
And run around, foot-stick gait.
You gonna listen to the choir
With a lake red stain.


       how the many
       dated late
       step in time
       play it straight

       give a wrong
       lead a right
       dig a bed
       lay the light

You're the ghostly kissing
You're the ghostly kissing


Greedle humpty ditty
With a song left low.
Needle something pretty
With a new plunge know.

Hit me in the neck
With a slide-kiss blow.
Need me in the morning
In the soft-wind-go.


       how the many
       dated late
       step in time
       play it straight

       give a wrong
       lead it right
       dig a bed
       lay the light


You're the Ghostly kissing
You're the 'times ten'

I'm just the blink
In a left eye spin

I'm just the blink
In a left eye spin