Paroles de The shape of things to come

Sit down, turn around, shi shift, when you're tongue-tied
Oh so tongue-tied

But the moon is up, don't care what i see
It's the situation, saturation
Im'a saturated, to the locals.

Thought about it, for a long time, took a hurricane, to make up my mind
Then i got it all

"it's a foolish game, aint no reason for, a sharp little concept, a fabrication."
I need it anyway, cause it's the shape of things to come.

Sat down, with closed eyes, a deep breath, under a big sky, i was eviscerated
He pulled my guts out.
And the moon is up, there's enough to see, we're all of the same things
For our family
And i'll feel agitated, till i cross the mississippi.