And my eyes get low in that all white truck I can barely see shit
And my eyes get low in that all white truck I can barely see
Girl I might be
And I overflow like mercury
Glowing with uncertainty
Circles at the Chevron 
I might be forever gone
And my eyes get low in that all white truck I can barely see shit
Hit the gas like you wouldn't believe it
Thank God I was always healing
In a time so slow I was thinking 'bout us rearranging pieces
Speeding up on that all black demon
Going West I don't got no reasons
I was throwing stones at Hercules
Throwing them so perfectly
Circles at the chevron
I can't be forever young
Empty choir
Operated from above
My voice will be their voice until I'm free
My hands will be their hands until I'm free