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