Take a tour down the expendable
Open ears, wide eyes, tips like receptacles
And as you keep rolling on this bicycle
But what happens when you turn into an icicle?
While the snow keeps pourin on it
So the clones of you theres no more of it
Till they hot and your torn from it
Reactions of spazzing has him as a halogen
Snow turns into liquids creating the pathogens
Can't fit in like a whale in the pool
But theres always another tale in the truth
Like you failed to include, all the scales of the roots
But they still all come back, like the hail in June
And this is just a summary
Prefer to walk alone still ain't a fan of company
Cause they all will bam ya like Montgomery