Tiny muscle, wicked magic now the party starts It's a long hall, but you can do it, you're a natural No more trophies as the constellation fantasy Like a nervous random stranger at a glory hall At a glory hall
Now i'm evolving from a child to an aging child You're maturing from a memory to a legacy Not comwlaining, living better in a time capsule No more trophies, no more falsified identities
We never talk to, send me the telephone We never talk to, send me the telephone We never talk to, send me the telephone We never talk to, we never talk We never
