I’m sorry Mr. Maker this is nothing you can quell
I’m au naturale. I am losing the shell
Is it just me or is it 900 degrees?
This water sign is boiling and the pressure needs release
Everything is wet without a cloud in the sky
Its nothing you can order
Nothing you can buy
And I finally feel
And I finally feel
Alive and aware of what is really there
5 senses crackling you better be scared
they could make a million dollars if they
bottle what I’ve got
slow, silky, sultry, sexy, SUPERHOT
I’m sorry Mr. Maker paint and plastic gotta go
My circuitry’s organic
Look down below
Its definitely me, I’m melting thru concrete
I’m finally flesh and blood and feeling the heat.
This isn’t diamonds, lace, or fur
It ain’t no magic spell
Its nothing they can sell.
And I finally feel
And I finally feel
Alive and aware of what is really there
5 senses crackling they better be scared
they could make a million dollars if they
bottle what we’ve got
slow, silky, sultry, sexy, SUPERHOT