Hold on
Go slow
Lights out
Let go
Stay put
At ease
Breathe out
Then in
Oh no, no, no
There comes chaos
Comes and goes, comes and goes
Chaos is my second home
I don't mind where i land
As long as I'm in trustful hands
We are sentimental animals
We are undercover criminals
We were meant to make a thing or two
Meant to break the laws of gravity
Too, oh
Burn bridges
Lose ground
Bite the dust
For a while, Where's order
When it's needed
Do I want to
Make some at all
No, no, no, no
There comes chaos back
+_+_+_
Comes and goes, comes and goes
Chaos is my second home
I don't mind where I land
As long as I'm in trustful hands
We are sentimental animals
We are undercover criminals
We were meant to make a thing or two
Meant to break the laws of gravity
Too oh
We are sentimental animals
We are undercover criminals
We were meant to make a thing, or two
Meant to break the laws of gravity
We are sentimental animals
We are undercover criminals
We were meant to make a thing, or two
Meant to break the laws of gravity
Too, oh
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