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Rolling down the sleekest track
Sometimes it doesn't suit me well
A turtle spins on its back
A prisoner of its shell
We can't move that fast but we dodge and weave
Studies of simple forms
Our eyes outline the shapes
Put all into categories
The mind needs to clean the plate
As some go in, some do leave
No need to talk cause words get in the way
Stop listening too cause there's nothing left to say
Riding on the late night line
This bus, it is a massive hull
Zombies ride in these confines
The night, it pierces to my skull
Laziest zombies I ever met
No need to talk cause words get in the way
Stop listening too cause there's nothing left to say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, take care
No need to talk cause the words get in the way
Stop listening too since there's nothing left to say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, take care