Stuck in the perpetual motion. Dying against the machine. The whole thing leaves. You a nothing instead of a these. The sun is black and the black halos fly. And your number is backwards again when you try. The sound is so cute when you're 22. When you're 22. Eggs break when you walk on the scramble. You're living against the machine. The whole thing leaves. You a nothing instead of a these. The bone is cracked and the cracked eggshells fly. And your number is backwards again when you drive. The whole thing's removed when you're 22. When you're 22. .