Testo di Thrill

I've found some scary features In my used gear I thought my brain was useful Now it throws me into fear Dance and whirl You are my crazy lady Spit and drill You drive me lazy baby They are calling me crazy I just shift up the gears Pushing the most out of my fear Running the edge. Yeah! Permanent thrill. Is this trap or fallacy An advancement or retreat? Hell yeah! Whatever that might be Keeps my clock on ticking