I swore I meant to get baptized
you ended up with my head under water,
just alittle too long that time
and it should be cold instead of hotter.
I fight against the rough waves
my arms reach out for you instead of splashing.
I prefer that method where I’m being saved
instead of receiving a verbal thrashing.

Rooted in ground, meant to settle down,
hiding under the rubble,
you’re not Sonic in the bubble.
While I’m bound to always maybe poke around
believe me I don’t want to cause trouble.
I’m not Sonic in the bubble.

I’ve always wanted a bigger bath tub
she craves to have a yard once more.
Everyday I trade both for a back rub
you ask “is your body even sore?”
I tell her who doesn’t feel some strain
and that her hands have always felt healing,
infact they cure almost every single pain
that I’ve had the misfortune of feeling

Hearing no sound, except the counting down
too far and deep in a puddle
you’re not Sonic in the bubble.
A trick I found is to always use a spin pound
straight from the knuckle,
I’m not Sonic in the bubble.

I only want the best chocolate
but I won’t pay for it out of pocket,
I expect a free taste to know if it’s worth my time.
Like picking doors and lockets
and sticking your fingers into sockets
it’s the type of thrill you don’t want to define.

In a Marilyn Manson concert
There are two bears
Screaming
Trying to
Out do the singer
To the point
That everything reverberates.  
Even souls.

Sonic was the man.
He was cool.
Until he went too fast.
Goodbye Sonic...

He moved as though he were a bird flying
He was sonic.
He is amazing.
He is everything.
He is cool.

Soon we can meet
Soon we can be together
Soon he will care
Soon-ic

Soon we can meet
Soon we can be together
Soon he will care
Soon-ic

Man oh man
Sonic is collecting those rings
Wait!
There's Eggman!
He's going to steal all your rings!
Run!
Faster!
Sonic, escape him!
There he goes
Good job, Sonic