My blood rushes through me
My veins turn into molten mud
I'm turning in, turning in to
Turning in to the ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
My blood makes me remember
My red juice makes me remember
My veins turn into molten mud
There's a hole on you too
It's the beginning half of me
My veins turn into molten mud
I'm turning in, turning in to
Turning in to the ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
No jellyfish, no jellyfish!