Glow Mechanics - Still Buggin' lyrics

Ashes to ashes, fractals to fractals. The other-side static doesn't come with closed captions. It does come with everyone you've ever called an a**hole that actually just sported a different twist on fashion Yeah, but I'll take another route on that one. I'll go with active to pa**ive, and rust to dust, spun front to the back end. And it does come with everything inside your frame of reference that actually contributes to the way that you've been thinking Yeah, but I'll melt like a fudgesicle, not grab on to unas cosas, porque I know I'm plugging back into the hive psychosis. Nothing to fear about that except maybe fear's uncanny knack to crawl back. Step in, take all of that, pick your favorite fixin's get a solid gla**. Mix it up and strain it over ice for when you're falling back. Head or feet first, they both hurt, so just go. The deck is stacked against the first one to flinch To flinch when I punch is to wince at the sun, is to wish that you didn't wish that your wishes didn't come. And if you ever feel like there are things you can't control then you take those things to the back of the house and put them down without a doubt. Pick your poise, dealer's choice, something's coming over me. Overlord, overbearing, maybe half but probably more. Probably nice, probably right, softest spot, often not, something really isn't right about this situation This situation is out of all hands capable of proper management, brandishing lackluster performance out of order and ordinance. Konami kid no show so no codes to be had, and dumb luck won't get high scores on the cabinet. The cabinets are lavish and they're having them a grand old time atop the powdered pillow puffs of the suburban afterlife. They piece is altogether just as pleasing as they please, and whitewash their ideas of their wants against their needs and say: something really isn't right about this situation