Form and Function

You said you're gonna be cut off You said you're gonna be jiggered The time is pulling me slowly I talk a lot, lot, lot, lot, lot, lot, lot, lot, losing your faith If I was out on the walk now Oh, I, I would be different The dread is pulling me slowly Dread is feeling not too much you can't stretch in the day So come on, oh look back You're making me crazy alright I lost time in Chicago I lost time feeling forceful I saw the eyes of my rivals I saw the feelings I t-t-t-try to forget This thing didn't play out well There is no away to run to This is, this is our pulse now This is our pulse, this is our pulse So come on, oh look back You're making me crazy alright And maybe you can smile Light, light, light, light, come on, play inside Alright so come on Instead you're some kind of nauseous You are so regarded You need some kind of Jesus You need some ever after Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh You can be, you can be happy Or you can, you can be awful I still wanna be, I still wanna be So come on So come on So come on Hey come on, come on Jesus Take it all away