Black Albino Bones

Can't sleep thinking about it (x4) Rubbing stones together until the magic comes out Embracing the purity, the purity of obscurity Try to capture the name as it spins in your mind Follow it with our eyes The dizzy epiphany discovered an artifact of my own It's the little things that get us through life Squishing flesh together until the magic comes out Until we both ejaculate ride the wave As a little dies, the orgasmic of the fantastic We well up, and then we explode! It's the little things that get us through life I need a little escape (x4) Burning plants together until the magic comes out Take it in the inhalate, inhalate what escalates Hold the vapor deep down inside the toxic fumes Initiate the levitate We slowly start to drift off It's the little things that get us through life I need a little escape (x4) Rubbing stones together until the magic comes out Squishing flesh together until the magic comes out Burning plants together until the magic comes out Can't sleep thinking about it (x4) I need a little escape (x6)