Your great impressions
living icberg stinging swell
and bathe in the gold light
swinging your best knife of evileye
now ease in armchair
throbbing showroom luxury
you say, "untie me"
you say, "i'm manic"
you sway above me
my chain to yank

can't blame my overexperience
lack of balance
crutch my shove
it's meaningless to fake it's sensible
sensless to fake it's meaningful
retreat, recline front seat
cordova so inviting
you say "untie me"
you say "i'm manic"
you float above me
my own personal satan

Nowhere's good to go
you say "untie me"
you say "i'm manic"
you circle above me
my swollen masterpiece
you say "untie me"
you say "i'm manic"
you sway above me
my chain to yank
my chain yank