Dance Gavin Dance
The Robot With Human Hair Pt. 2 1/2
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So far
I’ll lay low in pretense
And smack your body
Legs up, some hair pull
It's retro
Oops I call shotty
So skram and branded
The pylon
Its silver ion
Blowing glass
Insurgent mask
The thickest trap door covered in ice
So stay close
And stay
The sides to hide its end
No girl
The lock and legs are set
To bank in someone’s home
Salon will place a bet to cut a hairball loan
The lifeless shit of mess
Confusing ice cream cone
If you can’t read my text
Then get a mind read phone
It's okay
I have no legs
On this
Bra saling gen
You? Right, day?
Oh, jump on top
As I wander around
Get the best of this no down pre-lay
Oh, jump in close
As it walks back and forth
My mind's sorta distorted now
Package this in seedy tones
You mock a painless death
We’ll beat your dome
You’re softly blocking mess
So fly him home
With a racist comment
The leaky chrome, what’s up?
A toxic note confess, a soap caress
A simple notion comment for less
But I like my nest
I wanna call it my mess
'Cause the last time I cried
Well I got dressed
Oh, I swear
We came back for this?
We came back like this?
Hold your breath
Make no mistakes
For the real eyes, I'm not coming back
I'm too far gone
I blamed the fact of my division
So long in temporary places
The long lost pitch of your invention
Lay hidden bond inside its place
When something less will come together
And solid walls will fall apart
So lately piece of mind is setting
When did the weather taste so tart?
Will running solve a contradiction
Of makeshift tomes and revelations
The pious price of buying diction
A speech I never should have made
I'm not coming back
I’ll lay low in pretense
And smack your body
Legs up, some hair pull
It's retro
Oops I call shotty
So skram and branded
The pylon
Its silver ion
Blowing glass
Insurgent mask
The thickest trap door covered in ice
So stay close
And stay
The sides to hide its end
No girl
The lock and legs are set
To bank in someone’s home
Salon will place a bet to cut a hairball loan
The lifeless shit of mess
Confusing ice cream cone
If you can’t read my text
Then get a mind read phone
It's okay
I have no legs
On this
Bra saling gen
You? Right, day?
Oh, jump on top
As I wander around
Get the best of this no down pre-lay
Oh, jump in close
As it walks back and forth
My mind's sorta distorted now
Package this in seedy tones
You mock a painless death
We’ll beat your dome
You’re softly blocking mess
So fly him home
With a racist comment
The leaky chrome, what’s up?
A toxic note confess, a soap caress
A simple notion comment for less
But I like my nest
I wanna call it my mess
'Cause the last time I cried
Well I got dressed
Oh, I swear
We came back for this?
We came back like this?
Hold your breath
Make no mistakes
For the real eyes, I'm not coming back
I'm too far gone
I blamed the fact of my division
So long in temporary places
The long lost pitch of your invention
Lay hidden bond inside its place
When something less will come together
And solid walls will fall apart
So lately piece of mind is setting
When did the weather taste so tart?
Will running solve a contradiction
Of makeshift tomes and revelations
The pious price of buying diction
A speech I never should have made
I'm not coming back
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