Stilletto

The revolution should fade to real language

The resolution should be telelephonized

Under pristine sheets, white Adidas

A higher order calls to colour yourself a royal purple

Before we cover in smoke and tangerine

True context and country now unseen

It was men, walking down a cul-de-sac

They wear tailor-fit suits, holding righteousness

But, hey you kid, we totally hit the surf before concrete

Manifest that shit in creamy dreads

A frothy can, a mezzanine, bidet

Now forgotten teens

Ride pogo sticks

Petroleum scooters

Through burnt sunset

Hero

Sink into Stiletto

I'm working on my ego

Time echoes

Time echoes

Time echoes

[Instrumental Break]

Hero

Sink into Stiletto

I'm working on my ego

Time echoes

Time echoes

Time echoes

They wear tailor-fit suits, holding righteousness

But, hey you kid, we totally hit the surf before concrete

Manifest that shit in creamy dreads

A frothy can, a mezzanine, bidet

Now forgotten teens

Ride pogosticks

Petroleum scooters

Through burnt sunset

Time echoes

Time echoes

Time echoes

Time echoes