[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse]
Draggin’ a lake, I find the owner of the voice
Zip in the bag and drove all across the noise
Examine the hairline, his archives in the strands
He turned into something that puts the weakness in my hands
I see what I suppose, I breathe what I dispose
Black wheels get yellow in the sand, I steal every idea that I can
Instead of a person, a shadows in the lake
Instead of coercion, she blows its own grenade
I have an aversion to dying in a car
And I reach corrosion, a suitcase in the dark

[Instrumental Outro]