Angel hair

Floating over there

Well you think I don't see? 

I see clear through

I see little fish in my sea little sea

All the birds have turned to hawks in me

Living vicariously

You are 3

Stick your sickness inside my line up and take your orders well done says the one and only you've left them all behind alonely needing more floor hours of - you take your punishment well

Swallow it

Just steal

Stinking up from behind

Show me the way to the white

Bow to my people real

Shut!

Eyes wide legs shut

Shut

Shut

So you your little sea try to get me

You think I don't see

I see clear through!

Stick your sickness line up take orders well line up

You think I don't see

I see clear through

Stick your sickness inside my line up

I don't bleed your state of mind