I'll found a way into prison
Get in touch with myself
Dead into ambition
A paradise to escape
Think I need a prison
To get in touch with myself
Find a place in the corner
Is there a hole in the wall?
If I make it to heaven
Look down on land
Where I left my decisions
In the final state
When I make it to heaven
I look down on land
I'll be a tree in the desert
I'll be a waterfall
Every time a drench, sweep plan call of rich brothers
Sick physics sink, thumb cracking a fake pavement
Placed spears slip, paved of a monkey in moon
Plan B is byways on a ship
Everything lost in its own space
Everything lost in its own space
Everything lost in its own space
Everything lost in its own space
Everything lost in its own space
Everything lost in its own space
Everything lost in its own space
Everything lost in its own space
Found a way into prison
Get in touch with myself
Dead into ambition
A paradise to escape
When I make it to heaven
I look down on land
Vast sea of corruption
I'll mellow the sun
I'll mellow the sun
I'll mellow the sun
I'll mellow the sun
I'll mellow the sun
I'll mellow the sun
I'll mellow the sun
