Dance Gavin Dance - “The Robot With Human Hair (Part 2 1/2)”

So far I’ll lay low in pretense and smack your body
Legs up, some hair pull, its retro, oops I call shotty
So skram and branded, the pylon, its silver ion 
Blowing glass, insurgent mask, the thickest trap door covered in ice

The lock and legs are set to bank in someone’s home
Salon will place a bet to cut a hairball loan
The lifeless shit of mess 
Confusing ice cream cone
If you can’t read my text then get a mind read phone

Its okay, I have no legs
On this 
Bra saling gen 
You? Right, day? 

Chorus
Get the best of this no down pre lay

Package this in seedy tones 
You mock a painless death; we’ll beat your dome
You’re softly blocking mess so fly him home
With a racist comment, the leaky chrome, what’s up? 
A toxic note confess, a soap caress
A simple notion comment for less
But I like my nest
I wanna call it my mess
Cause the last time I cried, well I got dressed

We came back for this? x3
We came back like this? 

Chorus

End part
I blamed the fact of my division, so long in temporary places
The long lost pitch of your invention lay hidden bond inside its place
When something less will come together and solid walls will fall apart
So lately piece of mind is setting, when did the weather taste so tart?
Will running solve a contradiction of makeshift tomes and revelations
The pious price of buying diction, a speech I never should have made