BÛLLDØWZER

It's automatic
A will to survive
It's just a need to seal your eyes from the great big lies
Adi, what are you doing?
I really want to get it right (but what?)
But a giant yellow caterpillar's blocking out my sight (but what do you see?)
Cinder blocks from pile to pile (yeah, but did you try?)

I try to make 'em stick, but it's never worth the while
(Well, you should make it subtle)
I really want to get it right
But every step I make leads to another construction site
Building blocks, and tower to tower
But a giant yellow caterpillar knocking down what's ours

I keep it moving, but the mortar keeps on falling apart
I keep it rolling, but the concrete keeps on breaking apart
I keep it steady, but the seams I sew keep falling apart
You know, I try, but it keeps falling, falling, falling apart

I'm the mayor of fun
I'm the mayor of everyone
I got a room full of corners
I got countries full of borders
I got a planner that keeps me pleased
Then, I got an echo that I use when I need

Hands up, we got the energy, we got the original positive energy
Hands up, you're violating rules
You make us criminal by prohibiting our tools
And we don't want to make ourselves too comfortable
Now, we can't allow to make ourselves too comfortable
We don't want to make ourselves too comfortable

Blame it on my genes
Blame it on my routine
Blame it on my ego
Just blame it on the placebo
Blame it on my chemistry
Blame it on over-sensitivity
Blame it on the estrogen
Gotta to find the blame every time again and again

Welcome to the friendly skies
They call, but they don't notice you're hidden by disguise
I'm never quite well, well I'm never not sick
And none of this medicine is doing the trick
And it's alright, and it's alright
And it's alright, and it's alright
It's alright
(Until it falls apart) and it's alright
(Until it falls apart) and it's alright
(Until it falls apart) and it's alright

Hands up, we got the energy, we got the original positive energy
Hands up, you're violating rules
You make us criminal by prohibiting our tools
And we don't want to make ourselves too comfortable
Now, we can't allow to make ourselves too comfortable
We don't want to make ourselves too comfortable

Blame it on my genes
Blame it on my routine
Blame it on my ego
Just blame it on the placebo
Blame it on my chemistry
Blame it on over-sensitivity
Blame it on the estrogen
Gotta to find the blame every time again and again

The brain keeps on working in the middle of the night
And the urge keeps on lurking from under your sight
And you're lost 'cause you never have a cord in sight
And the itch keeps on scratching, but you don't see a bite

You know exactly, but it keeps falling, falling, falling apart
I keep it moving, but the mortar keeps on falling apart
I keep it rolling, but the concrete keeps on breaking apart
I keep it steady, but the seams I sew keep falling apart
You know exactly, but it keeps falling, falling, falling apart