Make it pretty

Tighten your Grip

Don’t let go one bit

Do you get what you’ve done

Or should we go back and relive it?!

Tore me up n out the ground

Grabbed my soul

And yanked me out with the root

Cause of the disaster that made us crash

Like two damn plates on tectonics

Refiguring the Rocky Mountains

Making the world shut the f up

Sit back inside of the new age electronic

I was made to get lost on top of it

Don’t touch my bass unless you’re dropping it

Someone started getting confused with the

I’m all alone ya know

Not sure if anyone can see

The riptide got me on high

Finally not aiming to people please

I never could quite get it right

These days I like to hide

when it’s just me myself and I

I’m on another level of height

Keep staring I guess

Shit is still pretty boring

If you know me

I’ll leave you shaking

Now tell me mister do you still want to do this thing?

Improving or exhausting?