Expedestrians - Wilt

Oh God —

I feel my breathing again,

And everything’s pumping back and forwards my friend,

But I can’t describe how it never stops —

Everything is wrong,

Everything has to pop.

That’s alright.

My head —

My face is numbing again,

All of my fingers, arms, and shoulders are drained,

But I can’t refrain from the Devil’s vice,

Everything’s lost —

Everything has a price,

That’s alright.

Expedestrians take a bow.

Expedestrians take a bow.

Expedestrians take a bow (x4)

Even though,

You think it’s hardly a pain,

Going through the motions has me reeling again,

And I can’t describe how the panic hurts,

Everything’s wrong —

Everything goes beserk,

That’s alright.

Expedestrians take a bow.

Expedestrians take a bow.

Expedestrians take a bow (x4)

Expedestrians take a bow.

(x6)