Lyrics:

I
m creeping around the circles
Of friends I have inside my head
Stone the witch of population
Leave me there when I
m dead
All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too
And wicked like the sun I
m melting for the spell of you two
Ím off the shore and fade into your sea
DoDt separate me when I suffer
Use a bit of me indeed
DoDt even stop me when I
m on speed
All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too
Wicked like the sun Ím melting for the spill of you two
But now I
m coming through
Íve reached the point of mass confusion
Built to pick it into sand
Request it to your own illusion
That
s the story and that
s the end.