I step unwind to hear the stereo. 

Emission translates itself ethereal. 

Regress take time about my confidence. 

Hold my whine to keep my reference. 

They say that luck can get you anywhere, 

But for me its just a thorn in my side. 

I can't hide, 

The little facial twitch that keeps me, 

Undefined in my mind. 

I cast aside a certain mark, 

That makes me realize, 



My shirts on backwards and inside out. 

Could it be more wrong that it is right now? 

I gotta cut back anyway. 

You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, 

I gotta cut back anyway. 



Polysemous lines from your personology, 

Forgotten like mixing my work with botany. 

Class restrictions mold the lines on your face. 

Aesthetic value runs your rabbit race. 

They say that luck can get you anywhere, 

But for me its just a thorn in my side.

I can't hide, 

The little facial twitch that keeps me, 

Undefined in my mind. 

I cast aside a certain mark, 

That makes me realize, 



My shirts on backwards and inside out. 

Could it be more wrong that it is right now? 

I gotta cut back anyway. 

You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, 

I gotta cut back anyway. 



Can't stop my head from spinning. 

So high I must be dreaming. 

Create my last incision, 

For this one and me. 

Your life you can't stop living. 

There's more to life than misery. 

The stones that cover my face, 

Let go, one last time. 

You gotta let go, you gotta let go. 



My shirts on backwards and inside out. 

Could it be more wrong that it is right now? 

One more thing before I go. 



My shirts on backwards and inside out. 

Could it be more wrong that it is right now? 

I gotta cut back anyway. 

I gotta cut back anyway. 

I gotta cut back anyway.