Last night you and I we gathered berries with our flashlights
Wide-eyed journey into scriptures giving me the insight
All of the persons to be breeded never had a skateboard or even a red light
We are needles in the karma, greedy with our insight
Now we're hiding in your bedroom listening for dark spots
Really, really loud
Little, little crippled devil everybody makes fun when he's in the stop light
Kool-aid, you can stop pretending accidental washing always makes your face grow right
Fast tricks, tripping down a kayak sequence in the fast night, what more can you ask for?