When her chance smells like a mess, The clarity that lies to her,
When her trail bends to the dirt, And youll see, a sole snare, The murmur that lies to her,
Post freak out, her freak out. Post freak out, her freak out. Post freak out, her freak out. Post freak out, her freak out. Post freak out, her freak out. Post freak out, her freak out.