歌詞

What a colossal navigational problem I seem to be a vegetable No power up packs or inventions of the same degree I wish that I had worn a warmer jumper Face on the floor, no coming back I'm the creation old mate Frankenstein had Dead end signals from head to feet Blinking in morse code for a state of emergency Commencing mission for face control Some kind of upper would be optimal Clear transmission to re-upload They stated, MIA on Kepler 1 Eight hours in and there's no sign I'll be touching down Hopefully there's no need for therapy yet I'll just fit in and be like everyone else Stop all your thinking it's no good for your soul Face on the floor, no coming back I'm the creation old mate Frankenstein had Dead end signals from head to feet Blinking in morse code for a state of emergency Commencing mission for face control Some kind of upper would be optimal Clear transmission to re-upload They stated, MIA on Kepler 186F Commencing mission for face control Some kind of upper would be optimal Clear transmission to re-upload They stated, MIA on Kepler 186F
Writer(s): Jack Zed Mcewan, Luke Parish, Daniel Caddy, Luke Gary Reynolds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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