Holy desecration in the power cells, not enough,
stolen shoes are not the reason of my ride, getting off,
alienation is an expectation to let it out,
you can be the destination of this jam, get me gone.
Come back, sit back, play back play strong;
come back, sit back, play back play funk.
Tiny dancers in my bedroom get my vision suffocate,
look for drugs into my jarhead you won't even find my brain.