He wouldn't hurt a butterfly
But if the money was right
Storyboard could not ensure the lights
Many more before the present jumps into our sights
Careless
Foundational merits
School never prepared us
For this particular test
At best it was a jest but I digress
I'm just stressed
I'm so stressed
I feel it deep in my chest
Tugging tight
Your lungs
Scripted into siphons
One day you'll be cold as I was
You'll be the man of his hour
As you'll reign
From your tower
Yes sir
I'll do it
I would do anything
What's the cut
Tell me
What is what
Kill the morals
You're not a soul
You're a brain and a bag of meat and bones
The balance
The shifting and shaping
Of the careless and into-it's
Yes sir
I'll do anything
For a position of influence
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English
He wouldn't hurt a butterfly
But if the money was right
Storyboard could not ensure the lights
Many more before the present jumps into our sights
Careless
Foundational merits
School never prepared us
For this particular test
At best it was a jest but I digress
I'm just stressed
I'm so stressed
I feel it deep in my chest
Tugging tight
Your lungs
Scripted into siphons
One day you'll be cold as I was
You'll be the man of his hour
As you'll reign
From your tower
Yes sir
I'll do it
I would do anything
What's the cut
Tell me
What is what
Kill the morals
You're not a soul
You're a brain and a bag of meat and bones
The balance
The shifting and shaping
Of the careless and into-it's
Yes sir
I'll do anything
For a position of influence
But if the money was right
Storyboard could not ensure the lights
Many more before the present jumps into our sights
Careless
Foundational merits
School never prepared us
For this particular test
At best it was a jest but I digress
I'm just stressed
I'm so stressed
I feel it deep in my chest
Tugging tight
Your lungs
Scripted into siphons
One day you'll be cold as I was
You'll be the man of his hour
As you'll reign
From your tower
Yes sir
I'll do it
I would do anything
What's the cut
Tell me
What is what
Kill the morals
You're not a soul
You're a brain and a bag of meat and bones
The balance
The shifting and shaping
Of the careless and into-it's
Yes sir
I'll do anything
For a position of influence
Writer: Zac Dehlbom
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