Molasses

Might not get

Might not get any better

Might not, might not get

Might not get any better

Might not, might not get

Might not get any better

Might not, might not get

Might not get any better

You're the one on top, relic with an armored heart

Color of sulfur banished to a single arc

Porcelain smolder, and don't forget your state of the art

Buried deep in the soil, selfless or daft

You could be a compass rare and so bountiful

You could be the opposing opinion

You could be the point of traction bound to all

You could be the point of letting it go

It could be a compass rare and so bountiful

It could be the opposing opinion

It could be the point of traction bound to all

It could be the point of letting it go

Running with my eyes closed, blinding the lens with the focus

Running with my eyes closed, finding omens in the woodwork

I see cold, cold brail, mechanical and frail

How do I tessellate? Built to the rage

You're the one on top, relic with an armored heart

Color of sulfur banished to a single arc

Porcelain smolder, and don't forget your state of the art

Buried deep in the soil, selfless or daft

Might not get any better, get any better

Uh, better, better

Might not get any better, get any better

Oh, better, better, better-better, better

Better-better, better, better-better, better

Better-better, better, better-better, better

Better-better, better, better-better, better

It could be a compass, rare and so bountiful

It could be the opposing opinion

It could be the point of traction bound to all

It could be the point of letting it go

It could be a compass, rare and so bountiful

It could be the opposing opinion

It could be the point of traction bound to all

It could be the point of letting it go