Molasses

Might not get Might not get any better Might not, might not get Might not get any better Might not, might not get Might not get any better Might not, might not get Might not get any better You're the one on top, relic with an armored heart Color of sulfur banished to a single arc Porcelain smolder, and don't forget your state of the art Buried deep in the soil, selfless or daft You could be a compass rare and so bountiful You could be the opposing opinion You could be the point of traction bound to all You could be the point of letting it go It could be a compass rare and so bountiful It could be the opposing opinion It could be the point of traction bound to all It could be the point of letting it go Running with my eyes closed, blinding the lens with the focus Running with my eyes closed, finding omens in the woodwork I see cold, cold brail, mechanical and frail How do I tessellate? Built to the rage You're the one on top, relic with an armored heart Color of sulfur banished to a single arc Porcelain smolder, and don't forget your state of the art Buried deep in the soil, selfless or daft Might not get any better, get any better Uh, better, better Might not get any better, get any better Oh, better, better, better-better, better Better-better, better, better-better, better Better-better, better, better-better, better Better-better, better, better-better, better It could be a compass, rare and so bountiful It could be the opposing opinion It could be the point of traction bound to all It could be the point of letting it go It could be a compass, rare and so bountiful It could be the opposing opinion It could be the point of traction bound to all It could be the point of letting it go