Call it what you will
If pressed and pressed again
Then something surely spills
Who cleans and who forgets?
It's hard to tell if I am well
These spinning lights are disco hell
It's not an axe you have to lift
It's not a load that you can split
It's not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift
It's not an axe you have to lift
It's not a load that you can split
It's not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift
Pressure combusting
Aligned in redded growth
We'll choke, we'll choke
My teeth are nothing
More than shreds of bone
One will drain the blood
From you eyes
It's hard to tell if I am well
These spinning lights are disco hell
It's not an axe you have to lift
It's not a load that you can split
It's not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift
It's not an axe you have to lift
It's not a load that you can split
It's not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift
