Trapped inside this fucking ball
That's way too fucking small
I know your bitter end
Is coming towards you
I want something on top of the tower
And it's hard to see
Altered,
A state of life that isn't altered
Is hard to find
Lie down and wait another second to comprehend
Just what there is to see
Feel the bends,
As you lose your focus and start to fend off the hypocrisy
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Feel the bends,
As you lose your focus and start to fend off the hypocrisy
Away we turn from here
Watching another fire
Burn in the wind
Burn in the name,
Cerulean!
Meet me at the bike shop
And yes I got my Machop
Waiting again,
I laugh as you try to defend
Just wait and find out,
Never gonna see me I'm chillin' in my hideout
I'm on and off again,
Laughing as you try to defend
What's left of your own,
Never gonna see another friend or your home
Might as well wash it down,
I'm the only trainer that will ever wear this crown
Altered
Waiting on your trainer to lead
But I seem to be perceived
By you and only by you
Waiting on your trainer to see
They have no chance in hell
Without evolving to Butterfree
Hell came forth
Alter the landscape
Split the sea
Alter moxie
Control the fate of the somber machine
Gain control
Destroy them all