[intro] [counter, food line lower, one dull percussive hit added] [cold] There are things in the way now [verse] I can hit it I can hit it again It comes apart on the second one And every hit is a turn and every turn is food [refrain] [warm bright] Random walls when it starts He cannot walk through them But he can break them Two hits and it is gone, then he takes the tile [verse] [cold] So the way through is to spend myself That is the whole design The wall does not lose anything I pay for both of us [refrain] [warm] Fifteen minutes Makes it less of a straight line [verse] [cold] It does It makes it much less of a straight line [outro] [dull hit, counter continues, hard cut] Finished is not the same as complete
