Break Table

I felt your head exploding

The paint could catch my hands while softly floating

Your eyes went into sharpness

The knifes were dancing in your cozy carcass

Yaya…

We never felt so thirsty

Our steps felt heavy in the sun

The sun showed us no mercy

But that’s ok because we don’t beg (to) the sun

Yaya…

Should we make a fuzz

Don’t you underrate us

You can’t get a buzz

If you only hate us

You can wind us up

You can wind us up

You can wind us up

While you spit at us

We will break your table

You can laugh with us

We like to be unstable

You can wind us up

You can wind us up

You can wind us up

Until you drop

You will drop

You will drop

You will

Yaya