Pull me back, it's shallow
I'm seated with two pillows
Keep it clean, keep it clean
(Forgive me for the mildew)
Keep it clean like it's supposed to be
(Forgive me for the mildew)
Cleave my head in quarters
They're dissected little mammals
Keep it clean, keep it clean
(Disconnected little legs found)
Keep it clean like it's meant to be
(Falling flat, feel the underground)
Hold my map and rosin
Fold the map, they're calling
Crypto disco
Walking through on tiptoes
Plateau, they know
My polyphonic prose trope
Chrome wing, lay low
Water ancient cargo
Neon tableau
"Exploded Glitzy Torso"
