Shut it down,Or all will be unleashed.
The touch of skull on concrete ground,
Dirt filling a clean mouth.
Adjust then eject,
Let me here the chorus one and two more times.
Sing sing sing like the morning birds,
A thousand twinkles and a million kisses,
Humming the love tunes.
Branching off every which way,
Sweet sweet delight.
Completed mission impossible,
Tangled in the vines with sharp spikes.
Spinning round and around.
A wheel of choice,
Originally freed from those hands with the black gloves on.
Time and time again there are returns,
Holding on tight.