If that distraction that I’ve made
Was the last ride to the Moon
Would you taste my pride?
Why you look like a bad bitch?

Coming from all your fears
Coming from inside of your knees
Oh, it’s hurts, no

It's just a fraction of the fade
Of the vast, creepy and old tune
Would you run and hide?
Why you look like a bad bitch?

Coming from all your fears
Coming from inside of your knees
Oh, it’s hurts, no