Last night you and I we gathered berries with a flashlight
Wide-eyed journeyed into scriptures giving me the insight
All of the persons to be breeded never had a skateboard or even a red light
We are needles in the karma greedy with the insight
Now we`re hiding in your bedroom listening for dark spots
(really really loud)
little little crippled devil everybody makes of of him when he`s in the stop light
Kool-aid you can stop pretending accidental washing always play your face to the right
fast tricks tripping down a kayak sequence into the fast night,
one more time,
you are poor