Bubble Congress by Kind of Like Spitting Lyrics

Faith in traffic
Faith in healthy horses
Faith in the salts of flesh
Faith in F sharp
That quick flavor turning in a hardcore kid's eye
As if upwards to heaven

As if faithfully by your side
I smell catalog numbers stacking
One yellow line racing one untouched spine

Let it relax
All the muscles, tendons slack
It's not the worst that you've seen
Ports and docks, water and money
Simple little guitar things

All the worker bees
Storm up the trees
Do you need to reinstall?
I can make the call
And the end becomes the trailer when
What's put down in penice reacts again
The end becomes the trailer when it's gone

The end becomes the trailer when
What's set down in fiction feeds back again
The end becomes the trailer when it's gone

Then our lives won't be based on facts
Just what we heard
So we fold each other over like falling birds

Zeros after Zeroes cloud our sight