Album: Fused Together in Revolving Doors
No more short jokes No more "you're weak"
Take you inside, fuck you up
The way I deal with this pain, take you in digital, take you inside fuck you up
No more short jokes and no more "you're weak"
Take you inside, fuck you all!
Digital Babysitters Don't tell me I can't win
My sixteen-bit Fingerprint, this is game over again
Press B to continue Press B to continue
It's the sixteen-bit fingerprint that makes me feel alive
and keeps some power within my hands
As the bones ride, through the fingers and through the hands
With every click there's constant fervor, preservign his livelihood
The bone ride, taking steps closer to your digital grave
The bones ride through Taking you across
And as the bones ride through the skin;
There's bloody stumps instead of fingerprints
Living under constant pressure - calling your self to arms
Nintendo systems serving as a Mom
I'd rather see you drown than let you use this bridge, old man
The name is Bagu Show my note to river man
It's all about the connections these days
No one rides for free
But you won't take me alive, I swear
I'm past the point of learning
As the bones ride through the skin
there's bloody stumps instead of fingerprints
I think he's going to snap