Capsule

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 comṗlaining, 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