Now we can parle Parle all day, ill just let u know that i'll be talking anyway I wanna touch the clouds, im just a passenger Fluff them up and tell the world they smell like lavender Behold the finishing touches of an amateur Then put your fist into sky just like a falconer His eyes were colder than dreams of lucifer I ululate for aliens and made impressions just to introduce us all The humans called: "play that song so they dont shoot us all", and you dont call omaure twice like your office tech support Never pause for applause when im doing what im destined for It's a flaming passion like the bottle tops of molotovs In this corner no one calls the shots, there's no corner boss I can't be touched cuz im an autobot I used to spread my wings run quick but never fly Now i sit back and travel while im sippin killer wine It's dinner time and im servin a la carte from the drive-in signs Now we can parle Parle all day i'll just let u know that i'll be talking anyway