He drive exploded car
He ever intended to die
I watched as he spun out
Turned his human skin outside

Snails on top, uh oh
None with sufficient outcomes

Snails on top, uh oh
Awareness intellect

What's the matter now?
You wanted me to get out
As the blood drains slowly from your silent mouth

What's the matter now?
You wanted me to get out
It feels invasively the slovenly god in the south

These are all the things my car needs to be happy and healthy
Power tube
High revelation
Buster gagge
Lubridation axlerobe
Crust
On the bottom leakin' wheels
Out the rocker handle
Sparking lung
Motorpart power hearing fluid
Thrive bubbleyou firdy

The filter sweeps so slow but I will not go
If you could mind my tardiness comatose
The filter sweeps so slow, invariably offensive
Stop, carry on
The filter sweeps to the side bringing slow decline
I'm sorry, I wasn't listening
The field of stones is wide
My field of vision subsides

There’s no end to whip creation or destruction
Whip explosion
Skin goes England
Hands go southward
Head gets bigger
Brain gets smaller
In the sickbay
Light illusion
Why’d you do something so stupid
Slow decay of machinery
Hands clench harder
Grass grows empty

He drive exploded car
He never intended to die

Turning left and turning right
Driving to the place tonight
Wheel spin 'round and going fast
Combustion is his only task
If gasoline is over four
He will not open fuel door
When gauges clustered 'round the thing
Buy Sonic Drive-In onion ring
Texting driving not so smart
Unless is driving shopping cart
Remove airbag to bag his food
At Stop & Shop in Hollywood
When car explode he pop right out
Dancing beetle twist and shout
When laying out in ambulance
He plays guitar in power stance

The number on the plate shows somebody happened to be here the whole time
Afraid that we're too late 'cause somebody happened to be here the whole time