Balloon - Invitro

Hey

Are you mother fuckers ready

Are you ready to roll

I think we’ll start a commotion

A disaster we’re after

Mother may feel love

Come to hate her son

On the day we’re born all ready to go

Come on let’s go

Got a frame of lead that’s ready to roll

A model to take and set it off

Come on let’s go

A part of me take to overcome

Living, sitting, in a fucking balloon flying

Floating, pushing, hoping that a storm will come

And offer me relief

Face my space alone

I am on my own

Are you mother fuckers ready

Are you ready to roll

I think we’ll start a commotion

A disaster we are after

Living, sitting, in a fucking balloon flying

Floating, pushing, hoping that a storm will come

And offer me relief

Mother help me

I can’t help it

Take my breath and run away

Save those breaths for rainy days

Take my breath and run away today

Living, sitting, in a fucking balloon flying

Floating, pushing, hoping that a storm will come

And offer me relief

You people must have faith.

You must not be stampeded by rumors or guessings.

Let us unite in panicking fear