Molasses

Might not get might not get any better
Might not might not get might not get any better
Might not might not get might not get any better
Might not might not get might not get any better

You the born hunter
Relic with an armored 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

It could be a compass rare and so bountiful

It could be the opposing opinion

It could be the point of traction bound to all

It 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 traction 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 braille

Mechanical and frail
How do I tessellate filter the rage

You the born hunter
Relic with an armored 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
Oh 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

It could be a compass rare and so bountiful
It could be the opposing opinion

It could be the point of traction bound to all
It 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 traction bound to all
It could be the point of letting it go