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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Watch me as I blast it off and go
Turn on the flip of a switch
I am aware of the risk
If you are scratching an itch
I have become a mixture of it
I am the cause of the glitch
I've been playing old school computer games like Snood
The dream is awaken when you sleeping in, hit the snooze
I've been saying bull shh, out my mouth, on the loose like a goose
Planning to escape in a hit and I'm waiting on something to lose
I'm wilding out while I level out to the wall
And I'm wondering why all the walruses die
I'm telling you haunted the ghouls
Calling out all of the crying, consuming you blind like a fool
All in all, devil in the room
Watching you fall to your death like a doll
I'm seeing it all
Unfolding the paper, it's all written on
Turn on the flip of a switch
I am aware of the risk
If you are scratching an itch
I have become a mixture of it
I am the cause of the glitch
Turn on the flip of a switch
I am aware of the risk
If you are scratching an itch
I have become a mixture of it
I am the cause of the glitch
I'm breaking you down into little pieces of particles
A residue in the remnants
Anything left, definitely less or nothing to do with you
Let us reminisce the metamorphosis
Into the fact that which they're looking around for you
Like a paleontologist, nobody said I could do it
Tear it down like an ancient ruin
Sooner or later they type in the news
I get away unarmed in a room
And I come with a mask
And I come with a counterattack
And I come and I go really fast
I'm too infinity and beyond
I'm out of here
And I'm gone with a blast
Turn on the flip of a switch
I am aware of the risk
If you are scratching an itch
I have become a mixture of it
I am the cause of the glitch
Turn on the flip of a switch
I am aware of the risk
If you are scratching an itch
I have become a mixture of it
I am the cause of the glitch
I'm sick of this, sick of this, sick of this
I'm sick of this world, sick of the fish, sick of this dish
Where is the bread and the water
You turn into wine?
Where is your father?
We weathered the storm
Where is the sign from the heavens above
To tell us we are not alone in this
I'm killing it, killing it
Check the scoreboard, I'm winning it
My sailboat goes where there's wind in it
Winding the clocks back and forth
To time adjustments
I can't seem to find an ending to this script
Maybe it's written down somewhere
Tossed in the trash or God forbid we lost it
Turn on the flip of a switch
I am aware of the risk
If you are scratching an itch
I have become a mixture of it
I am the cause of the glitch
Turn on the flip of a switch
I am aware of the risk
If you are scratching an itch
I have become a mixture of it
I am the cause of the glitch