[Alyxx Dione]. Shoot that bazooka, big barracuda. I see the hunger in your eyes. I don't need you to spend all this gouda. Night this we'll throw it in the fire.
Languish, won't you leave me. 'Cause I'm trying so hard. And still I feel the weight of. Every pound like, an anchor to the ground. And sometimes I hear myself sing on before.