I Worship Raw Beats

My flower hands they bloom and growI'm sweating at the

cross roads

Wolf through how sound

My paws stomp the digital ground

You are rock I am made of wires

I had no idea

You are rock I am made of wires

I had no idea

We were not meant to think or to love

We were meant to crush and to plug

So I crush and I plug

So I crush and I plug

So I'm crushed by the weight of waiting

And I'm plugged into new machines

So I'm crushed by the weight of waiting

And I'm plugged into new machines

You are rock I am made of wires

I had no idea

You are rock I am made of wires

I had no idea

We were not meant to think or to love

We were meant to crush and to plug

So I crush and I plug

So I crush and I plug