Hit It ​The Beat

Senseless up and down we go
Six thousand million million times a pushing
It's a crisis point that comes then goes
But who care, who cares
I'm so quick that i can't tell the difference

Autoerotic
Well you could not be in better hands
Try to accept when it comes down to love
You please yourself

Autoerotic
People laugh
So hard to understand
Learn to expect that
That only you see
You don't need them either

No defense no self control
Ten thousand days and it's not brave
It still remains so empty
No desire to feel at home
It's no help
Stand back, just relax and hand it to yourself

You'll either take to heart what peple say
Or toss it all away