Epitome Lyrics - Transcendence - Butterfingers

Out of out of an observation through an undead nation 

Should I believe in things I've never thought is right 

A narrow opening, lips burning, drink too sour 

And if you see a kite we could be flying high 

And if it's ok that now you're laughing over someone 

And i'm sure you will have a happy time to be 

And if you touch the sky your feet hand glide on upside 

The smile is seize to siege for everybody so... 

Why ? 

And I was wrong quite right cha' never told me to shut up 

There are crazy things that trying to be hide 

I stay awake all night as long as I have me... hey... 

Bury a cheese of mice so we could be nice for life 

How ? how ? how ? 

Hooo... Oooo 

Hooo... Oooo 

So i need you... 

Out of out an... yeah...