FF=66

He invites the storm

He lives by instinct

With fears that are not fears

But prickles of ecstasy

This code is cracked

I don't expect whatever I spat out to stick

Awash in the signs, sick from the lack

Spliced in, spliced in

Second-hand words and screen for skin

Forcing out sounds, facing outside again

Reified and refined, blurring every line

Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me

FF=66 explains you're sick

Spins on the axis of promise and lick lack luck

Reveals all tricks

Reified and refined, blurring every line

Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me

Reified and refined, blurring every line

Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me

FF=66, FF=66

6, 6, feet deep in the irony

You see the light, it's getting bigger