Lyrics:

They don't know how old I am

Found armour in my belly

From the 16th century

Conquistador, I think

They don't know how old I am

They found armour in my belly

Passion out of machine-revving tension

Lashing out at machine-revving tension



Brushing by the machine revving tension



Morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop

End of a line a real, rainbow-likening luck stop,

Where you could say I became chronologically 'fucked up'

Put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped off

Then I found a place it's dark and it's rotted



It's a cool, sweet kinda place where the copters won't spot it

And I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it, however,



Everyday I'm dumping the body

It'd be better for us if you don't understand

Even better for me if you don't understand (Yuh)



(Instra)



And I found a place it's dark and it's rotted

It's a cool, sweet kinda place where the copters won't spot it

And I destroyed the map that I carefully dotted, however,

Every-day I'm dumping the body

It'd be better for us if you don't understand

It'd be better for us if you don't understand

Better for me if you don't understand



Let me out let me out let me out let me out let me out let me out let me out