Derail

Abrasive to the touch

All in all in all the same thing now

We are gathered here in nonesuch

Hooks back to the line

And I trip over myself here

I trip over myself

Something's stuck in me here

And I can't get out

Some in paint

Some in blood

Some in makeup

Derail me

Derail me

Derail me

Derail me

To everything

Churn, churn, churn

There is a season

Churn, churn, churn

There is a reason

Churn, churn, churn

This ain't the time or the place

I am sick of walking into rainbows

I am sick of plugging into rainbows

I am sick of tuning into rainbows

I am sick of turning into rainbows

Some in paint

Some in blood

Some in makeup

Derail me

Derail me

Derail me

Derail me

Some in paint

Some in blood

Some in makeup

Derail me

Derail me

Derail me

Derail me