Lyrics: ChicoSci. Method Of Breathing. The Dance Of Ones And Zeros.

Dancing for your fortune
Like you should
Throw a rocket
Call the hobby(?) that you love
Dance around the circle
Now I expect
nothing's safe (?)
There are no regrets

Trapped inside a box
Saw you smile
Struck the walls down
Look out for a while
It makes so much sense
That you feel better
Stepped on the outcast (?)
That took forever

Pining for the light
Now you're blinded by the light

You're in your car
You were the summer (?)
Running further
The saints or the sinner
You feel so good
when you're on your stilts (?)
You were to suffer
What it takes