Molasses

Might not get

Might not get any better

Might not, might not get

Might not get any better

Might not, might not get

Might not get any better

Might not, might not get

Might not get any better

You're the one on top

Relic with an armored heart

Color of sulfur

Banished to a single arc

Porcelain smolder

And don't forget you're state of the art

Buried deep in the soil

Selfless or daft

You could be a compass, rare and so bountiful

You could be the opposing opinion

You could be the point of attraction, bound to all

You could be the point of letting it go

It could be a compass, rare and so bountiful

It could be the opposing opinion

It could be the point of attraction, bound to all

It could be the point of letting it go

Running with my eyes closed

Blinding the lens with the focus

Running with my eyes closed

Finding omens in the woodwork

I see cold, cold brail

Mechanical and frail

How do I tessellate?

Filter the rage

Uh, you're the one on top

Relic with an armored heart

Color of sulfur

Banished to a single arc

Porcelain smolder

And don't forget you're state of the art

Buried deep in the soil

Selfless or daft

Might not get any better

Get any better

Uh, better, better

Might not get any better

Get any better

Better, better, better

Better, better, better

Better, better, better

Better, better, better

We could be a compass

Rare and bountiful

We could be the opposing opinion

Oh, we could be the point of attraction, bound to all

We could be the point of letting it go

It could be a compass, rare and so bountiful

It could be the opposing opinion

Said, it could be the point of attraction, bound to all

It could be the point of letting it go