A slow explosion
Stopped with everything
Chiming of the rubber bells
With the shovel under your feet
Without precedence
Continuously paused intercourses
Defiled friendship
Do you read me?
An alternative sixpack
Another one bites the dust
Put boogies in the rya carpet
Scored at the Friday party
No more butchers
Controlled by the remote
Up for head wind
Press 1 to waste even more time
Afraid of the big, bad wolf
In the center of nothing
