You know Haunted lairs Madonna airs You live there Such a lovely place To break your knees But you don't care Frame of state A state of mind The Modest cures Das retro rhymes I'm finding Nothing Please step aside But you don't care You'll go anywhere In your painting lair Kissing But your Frames missing So here I go We die I try to make it out alive But now I'm alone I'll be alright Already wrote a tune bout it So I'll be fine Flying by Blue chairs In a room All of us Sit in loom Looming over there To something else That is our doom In day out Flying high Avoid the lows Almighty might For It's my turn Protect these knees I'm flying high But you don't care You'll go anywhere In your painting lair kissing But your Frames missing So here I go We die I try to make it out alive But now I'm alone I'll be alright Already wrote a tune bout it So I'll be fine Flying by