Lyrics
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
