I wanna spray you with your own trip
Rip off the handles, watch your weak flip
I wanna spray you with the basics
Getting through the hoop, no pause for any changes

The voice is leading this place
Why can't I learn how to guide it?
I'm gonna go move out a space
Well, why can't I move at a pace?

Take you to your own trip
Keep up with that much, too much, of it, hands up
Heavy like your overages
How you gonna get out of that extroverted pit?

We're independently, the perfect mess
We are collectively, second best
But the second wave'll stop any neck of the woods
And the music will confess that nothing can be destroyed
And the second wave'll stop any neck of these woods
And the music will confess that nothing should be destroyed

The voice is leading this place
Why can't I learn how to guide it?
I'm gonna go move out a space
Well, why can't I move at a pace?
But the second wave'll stop any neck of the woods
And the music will confess that nothing can be destroyed