The wingman echoes me, reset the afterburner handle
It seems to me or the police are a little fucked up
Space and it wouldn 't be interesting how it pisses me off when
The planet is light and warmth on my soul and on me even if absolutely no one
Toy gingerbread houses and snow-covered Christmas trees on me on a beige background
The light and the heat are so infuriating to me that the inky cobblestones legs and arms