s that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill's crest pan out? On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs I got a plan, I'll turnaquet
an angel in the snow for every rotted victim There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system Sticky panoramic contaminate planet In conjunction with phantom
death, I used to only fly First class on every plane til I bought a jet I'm on the runway, let down the steps Open the phantom door and light up the
expression is sure to bring the regression Full circle - see, once I held the world within my sweaty grasp But I lost my grip and now the planet's spinning