I m creeping around the circles
of friends I have inside my head
stone the witch of population
leave me there when I m dead
All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too
and wicked like the sun I m melting for the spell of you two
Im off the shore and fade into your sea
Dont seperate me when I suffer
Use a bit of me indeed
Dont even stop me when I m on speed
All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too
wicked like the sun Im melting for the spill of you two
but now I m coming through
Ive reached the point of mass confusion
built to pick it into sand
request it to your own illusion
thats the story and thats the end.