Glitcher

[Intro]

This (this is glitching)

Is (this is glitching)

Love (this is glitching)

Coursing through the blood of murky, tar-like, dark deceptive waves

This (now I’m glitching)

Is (now I’m glitching)

Love (now I’m glitching)

Coursing through the swamps of mistaken heartache that I’ve thrown away

[Verse 1]

So gain composure and run with scissors

And trust in the glitch that jumps your banks

Step over step and hide out in the ditch

Until the storm blows overhead and shakes the castaways from the branches

That you gracefully extended

You can make it

You can make it

You can make it

Go!

[Chorus]

This is glitching

Now I’m glitching

(this is love coursing through the blood of murky, tar-like, dark deceptive waves)

[Verse 2]

There’s no time to waste in this present danger