Lyrics:

I'm gonna beat you
Running or not
How is this easy when
You are coming last?
Whoa, whoa
Only obsessions,
Keep me occupied
My kingdom repetition
Protects me from my mind
Whoa, whoa
You make the colors speak and
You light the lights
Oh, you make me wanna
I'll be taking your place
Whoa, whoa
Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor
Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor
Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor
Disorder is in order
Now you walk on round
But I'm coming with you
There's no nobody else
Whoa, whoa
Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor
Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor
Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor