Helmet - Tic Lyrics
The tic begins wheres the manned end?The climate change will never get inSilent and strong and prepossessedYou never need to make your own messWeasel to me in charming to someLoathsome and glibHabits like self-loveWearing slim fast you carve your nicheLean smug back and work your pitchAnd all the way Im gone, noDemon race to findYou paint it up and know thatAny face can lieAffect my greatest style, whatSuits me best of allKeep my pocket filled, lean right andFall