| Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping |
| All I do is lose my form, I’m warping |
| Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping |
| All I do is lose my form, I’m warping |
| Influence executed |
| Mass execution, rapid improvements |
| Toothless accent, drawl of a shaman |
| Putrid fanatic ride out like famine |
| Luminescent rattles, thunder in vials |
| Choose your battles or end in piles |
| Braided fumigation, destitution ramped |
| Desiccated satyr make a massacre dance |
| Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping |
| All I do is lose my form, I’m warping |
| Psychotropic steel trap, rock a beat up bears hat |
| Naw man, I don’t feel this and I shit on your guilt trip |
| Then extinguish your illness like seven grams of thorazine |
| Tyrannic authority cleansed by your aggressor |
| Inhuman elitist decline your surrender |
| Sign of the freak thriving on a bender |
| Forbidden discipline, all lines disconnected |
| Vacated premises occupied by my death wish |
| Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping |
| All I do is lose my form, I’m warping |
| Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping |
| All I do is lose my form, I’m warping |
| Luster of entrails stacked and slung |
| Under cement veils my traffic hums |
| Compulsion on risers, your stranglers knuckles |
| Your temples buckle |
| Decompression silo inside this muzzle |
| Overdriven rituals on my torso, my infernal boro |
| If I went soft Glock to my navel |
| Flaws get knocked off, flaws get knocked off |
| Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping |
| All I do is lose my form, I’m warping |
| Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping |
| All I do is lose my form, I’m warping |