[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse]
Drowning in the lake, I find the owner of the voice
I zip in the bag and drove all across the noise
Examine the hairline, his archives in the strands
You're telling me 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

[Chorus]
Instead of a person, a shadow's in the lake
Instead of coercion, she blows his hand-grenade
I have an aversion to dying in a car
And I reach corrosion, a suitcase in the dark

[Instrumental Outro]