Epitome

Out of out of an observation through an undead nation
Should I believe in things I’ve never thought is right
A narrow opening, lips burning, drink too sour
And if you see a kite we could be flying high
And if it’s ok that now you’re laughing over someone
And i’m sure you will have a happy time to be
And if you touch the sky your feet hand glide on upside
The smile is seize to siege for everybody so…
Why?
And I was wrong quite right cha' never told me to shut up
There are crazy things that trying to be hide
I stay awake all night as long as I have me… hey…
Bury a cheese of mice so we could be nice for life
How? how? how?
Hooo… Oooo
Hooo… Oooo
So i need you…
Out of out an… yeah…