Lyrics:

I finally learned to spit it out
An with that alone i've said too much
'Cause anything a secret
Is willing to be kept that way
Looking for the truths of mine?
They're found in every other line
Still looking for the truths of mine?
Many is a mood, oh my
Penny racer gone to Mars in flames
Ready as ever to survive
We'll survive
Everyone is an editor
Trying to get a read on me
The less complete a sentence is
The more i guess i tried to say
Looking for the truths of mine?
They're found in every other line
Sill looking for the truths of mine?
Many is a mood, oh my
Penny racer gone to Mars in flames
Ready as ever to survive
Everything is a problem
Is that why everybody answers all at once?
Everything is a problem in my mind
So why make it any harder on me?
They'll make you make it all right
Penny racer gone to Mars in flames
Ready as ever to survive