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