You're talking slow

I'm speeding off ahead

Don't trip, I won't

Said running with my eyes closed

Carved into stone, so it must be fair

Good question though

I know, I know, I know

Can on a string hangs right above my bed

I told it everything

Hope you're on the other end

Twisting around, tryna force the fit

New bit exposed

I guess I'll run it over

Again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again

Again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again

Lean in, or go

I can settle into sickness till you know

Big megaphone

They're hoping it'll spread

Ten in one blow

It can be a little cutthroat

Wander around, tryna see what's left

Ghost town, go home

You won't, you won't, you won't

Saw it corrode

Start bleeding out the mesh

I care, you don't

Got infinite recycle

Fall to the ground with a lazy breath

No turn unstoned

I guess I'll run it over

Again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again

Again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again