Epitome - Butterfingers

Out of out of an observation through an undead nation

Should I believe in things I’ve never thought is right

A narrow opening, lips burning, drink too sour

And if you see a kite we could be flying high

And if it’s ok that now you’re laughing over someone

And i’m sure you will have a happy time to be

And if you touch the sky your feet hand glide on upside

The smile is seize to siege for everybody so…

Why?

And I was wrong quite right cha' never told me to shut up

There are crazy things that trying to be hide

I stay awake all night as long as I have me… hey…

Bury a cheese of mice so we could be nice for life

How? how? how?

Hooo… Oooo

Hooo… Oooo

So i need you…

Out of out an… yeah…