Letras
Hold your horses, I've something to say
Give me a minute
Everybody, wait
Stop what you're doing and lend me your eyes
Isaac is typing, surprise, surprise
My brain is a battlefield, I'm struggling to hold
External factors must be controlled
Something is faulty, this feels incorrect
The shot was on target, still I intercept
Now what?
Dot, dot, dot
Now what?
Dot, dot, dot
If I burst your bubble, don't take it to heart
It's always been like this, right from the start
When man learnt to articulate the thoughts in his head
"Isaac is typing," were the first words he said
My therapist tells me not to engage
I look at the ceiling avoiding his gaze
I wish it was simple, but it just isn't so
When scratching the itch, is all that I know
Now what?
Dot, dot, dot
Now what?
Dot, dot, dot
Three little dots at the top of the screen
It's called an ellipses, d'ya know what that means?
It means something is coming, yeah, vibe killington
Dropping bombs like Cillian
Got 5 million worms in a can
Make you eat 'em like Spam
Got that sandwich meat
Spread all over the beat, like, ugh