You say things with your mouth. Cobwebs and flies come out. I hear a second voice behind your tongue somehow. Luckily I can read your mind. Flies and cobwebs unwind.
They say "stay in your lane boy, lane boy". But we go where we want to. They think this thing is a highway, highway. But will they be alive tomorrow?.
They say "stay in your lane boy, lane boy". But we go where we want to. They think this thing is a highway, highway. But will they be alive tomorrow?.