Fires and rainbows for free
Pencils, utensils
You don't understand what I see
Basil
Mint
Sail on high level detroits
Pencils that one breaks apart
As your worst enemy
The top of the nerves
Destroyed you descend
And lower than ever you aim
Paint cities on a filth you won't profane
(Thou should be turning me, turning me to top)
I'll be shaky 'til my knees are bones
(Thou should be turning me, turning me to top)
Don't go sit on my art and let the sun blind, blind
(Thou should be turning me, turning me to top)
Those who choose the wrong toy
(Thou should be tearing me, tearing me from troubles)
For the talk we've not had
For the realms you don't see
I'm not ready to ask
I'm not ready to ask
I'm not ready to ask
I'm not ready to ask
Thou should be turning me, turning me to top
Pencils and Troubles.