There's plenty of cold and silence down there
Locked behind a veil of untamed stares
Without the interaction of self-remorse they'll
Stay in that expression you always contort outta shape
Out of shape again
Out of shape again
Out of shape again
You better thank that insect for helping you out
When your about to show up to the lost and found
Going back when it forcefully told you so
Taking note when your not being told to go