I've got chills. | |
They're multiplyin'. | |
Strange vibrations in my head | |
And I can feel disintegration | |
Like flies livin' in my bed | |
Ow There were three dots in formation | |
Eerie sights along the road | |
And there were signs and indications. | |
Split in two, then spun around disappeared | |
Ow I've got chills. | |
They're multiplyin'. | |
Strange vibrations in my head | |
And there were signs and indications, | |
Like flies livin' in my bed. | |
Ow |