The Suit That Sold Itself - Liily

Wear your hat, show its shine

Lift it up to see what’s inside

Peeling head, starts to shed

Running down your neck, drink your sweat

Lose your hat, lose two steps

Running on a treadmill, meet no end

Go again

Run barefoot across the street!

Mirrors attached to your body!

They crash, the scars, they build!

The wheel, it turns, they crash, they build

They crash, they build, they crash, they build

I don’t like the smell of rubber!

Burn, the tracks are running up your arms

Start to taste it when you eat

Cut your tongue just to taste

Nothing at all

Act like it’s a long running joke

Where you start to choke

Start to choke