​bleedthemtoxins Temps (UK) (Ft. Joana Gomila, NNAMDÏ, Quelle Chris & Shamir)

Mis, mis, mis, mis, mis, mis… [~x30]

[Hook 1]
Do not fear
Fear mistakes
Do not fear
Do not fear mistakes
Do not, do, do not, do, do not, no
Fear mistakes
Do not fear mistakes
Do not, do not, do not, do not, do not, do not
Do! Do! Do! Do!

[Chorus]
To speak out of line
[The false teeth, feathered, plucked?] [?]
[?] Misconceptions [?]
[?] Never [?]
[?]
So many mistakes
So many

Mis, mis, mis, mis, mis, mis… [continues through verse]

[Verse 1]
Can’t interact without doubt
Double down on an awkward pout
Frown-covered brow
[With its red?] from the heat
Of a bad encounter
Loud but a [reverend?]
Is split up like severance
Of social [downing?]
Spoiled but incompetent
Calloused and [soft in the?] pollen spreading outward
On to the wing that’s embedded in human nature
[?]
Green and blue, pick and choose the tail you’re chasin’
Who you racin’
Catch a snitch, burn the witch, and drain the basins
Fluids flowin’, druids growin’, free the Masons
Free the Martians
Free your mind, see the blind, bleed them toxins
Imperfections make an excellent concoction
Free your mind, see the blind, bleed them toxins
Imperfections make an excellent concoction