Moderation by The Pica Beats Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey, royal traveler, it's lookin' pretty grim
Smarter men than you have tried
Look beyond the looking glass and down beneath the skin
Where smarter men than you have arrived
Branded, you and I, sailors and sharks
Will be loathe to accept our fate
But here we are, repulsive and be covered in dark
When the knot in the rope cleans the [?]
[Chorus]
Moderation, in moderation
In moderation, go
Moderation, in moderation
In moderation, go
And now we're face down, and now we're face up
And now we're of my love
Of the bed-springs, and of the stove-top
You caught the least I [?]
[Verse 2]
Closed out, spreading out, in fertile hunting ground
The ants will always find a way through
Filler of the [?] with nothing out of bounds
They'll do what you could never, ever do
Like bones set you and I as crooked as they're tall
The forest where the seasons won't pass
Like dance steps and [?] balance or they'll fall
I'll stand up for as long as they last
[Chorus]
Moderation, in moderation
In moderation, go
Moderation, in moderation
In moderation, go
And now we're face down, and now we're face up
And now we're of my love
Of the bed-springs, and of the stove-top
You caught the least I [?]
Hey, royal traveler, it's lookin' pretty grim
Smarter men than you have tried
Look beyond the looking glass and down beneath the skin
Where smarter men than you have arrived
Branded, you and I, sailors and sharks
Will be loathe to accept our fate
But here we are, repulsive and be covered in dark
When the knot in the rope cleans the [?]
[Chorus]
Moderation, in moderation
In moderation, go
Moderation, in moderation
In moderation, go
And now we're face down, and now we're face up
And now we're of my love
Of the bed-springs, and of the stove-top
You caught the least I [?]
[Verse 2]
Closed out, spreading out, in fertile hunting ground
The ants will always find a way through
Filler of the [?] with nothing out of bounds
They'll do what you could never, ever do
Like bones set you and I as crooked as they're tall
The forest where the seasons won't pass
Like dance steps and [?] balance or they'll fall
I'll stand up for as long as they last
[Chorus]
Moderation, in moderation
In moderation, go
Moderation, in moderation
In moderation, go
And now we're face down, and now we're face up
And now we're of my love
Of the bed-springs, and of the stove-top
You caught the least I [?]