Roaming spores and running sores and scorching fever Score a pill to maybe
Ease the pain But there's more to come The thunder's in your brain, the
Lightning dances Stars explode and spit A foaming fit suck in a litt
Press > but IT RISES! Bursts the ceiling, peeling clouds
And fleeing for the sun where maybe there's just a little peace Oh please
God Just a little peace A small release