Might not get it,
Might not get it any better.
Might not, might not get it,
Might not get it any better.
Might not, might not get it,
Might not get it any better.
Might not, might not get it,
Might not get it any better.
You're the one on top,
Relic with an armoured heart,
Color of sulfur,
Banished to a single arc,
Porcelain smolder,
And don't forget you're state of the art,
Buried deep in the soil,
Selfless or daft.
You could be a compass rare and so bountiful,
You could be the opposing opinion,
You could be the point of attraction bound to all,
You could be the point of letting it go.
It could be a compass rare and so bountiful,
It could be the opposing opinion,
It could be the point of attraction bound to all,
It could be the point of letting it go.
Running with my eyes closed,
Blinding the lens with the focus.
Running with my eyes closed,
Finding omens in the woodwork.
I see cold, cold brail,
Mechanical and frail.
How do I tessellate
Built to the rage?
Uh, you're the one on top,
Relic with an armoured heart,
Color of sulfur,
Banished to a single arc,
Porcelain smolder,
And don't forget you're state of the art,
Buried deep in the soil,
Selfless or daft.
Might not get any better,
Get any better,
Uh, better, better.
Might not get any better,
Get any better,
Oh,
Better, better, better,
Better, better, better,
Better, better, better,
Better, better, better,
Better, better, better,
Better, better, better,
Better, better, better,
Better, better...
You could be a compass,
Rare and bountiful,
You could be the opposing opinion,
Oh, we could be the point of attraction bound to all,
We could be the point of letting it go.
It could be a compass rare and so bountiful,
It could be the opposing opinion,
Said, it could be the point of attraction bound to all,
It could be the point of letting it go.