are you madely energetic,
typing words too fast
i got an overdose of drumsticks
batteling my mind

baby, can you find the letters
they say they have a thing for you
when beauty is an industry
don't buy it to abuse you

i'll never do sales
i'll never do painkillers
bad boys on the run
marketing
or chasing you          chasing you  


shaking like a mad anial on the run but i'm never calling
you
you're the illness i have for things that do me wrong


my heart ,my lungs ,my unplayed song,
my hidden request, my under possesed,my groach, my fetish,
my sleeve -  i'll hide you up my sleeve
and eat you up for dinner
i can sell it i can sell me sell me
you want to save me

i had it once in this mad exsistence, you lost me and my
good sight went along in the bargain
got my soul   i need it back   i pressed too hard

heres the button push the button make me stop i'll pop

ecstatic organic atomic ironic- i don't i won't -i don't
want you