Breath it in and breath it out and pass it on it's almost out We're so creative and so much more We're high above, but on the floor It's not a habit, it's cool I feel alive If you don't

There's a chair in my head on which I used to sit took a pencil and I wrote the following on it now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be Dig it up, throw it at me Dig it up, throw