[Zach Quinn:] Needle dropped I’ll circumvent the child locks The present tense It’s muscles strained I might kick off my floaties when the pool’s already drained
But I love my kennel Tempted by my freedom But my penchant’s valor rises with my disappointment
My heart yawns I self-destruct and then respawn I’ve broken code I’ll not repair No heavy-handed mortal will convince me that I care
‘Cause I love my kennel Tempted by my freedom but I’ll stay in prison Futon-surfing nightmare swallow
[Zach Quinn & Pears:] Pouch of feelings oversized Footprints I don’t recognize My stomach curdles at the angles and the shape Oh, what monsters make