[Verse 1]
Like traction-less wheels
They spin in place and throw up mud
The perforated lung
Thick smoke presses down
It’ll be phoned in
The bogged-down, inertial stench
Decaffeinated law
The mud makes motion low

[Verse 2]
What about the young?
What about the young rat?
Decapitated dog
Domesticated animal
Bigmouth strikes again
Burnt at the steak house
Motivated sludge
Ensorcelled hibernation

[Pre-Chorus]
Last legs
Last legs
Last legs

[Chorus]
(Last legs) This is just the lag time
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
(Last legs) I felt you trying to help me
But you only curse jewelry
(Last legs) What’s this dark miasma?
What’s this foul pestilence?
(Last legs) This is just the lag time
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
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