Suckin and spittin out
Moonlight from light, we lost it
On our way to hell, the flour turned into wheat

Now the truth is the lie
The birth just a fly
A rainbow is nothing but some dye
Heartbeat is just a groove
Touch is not more than moves
First it's cream then it's ice
Yeah, that's the prize

Suckin and spittin out
So ingrown we forgot it
We looked up to the sky
That broke our necks and we died

Now the truth is the lie
The birth just a fly
A rainbow is nothing but some dye
The song is a cry
First it's cream then it's ice
That's the prize

The birth just a fly, fly
The birth just a fly
That's the prize
That's the prize
That's the prize

That's the prize


Lyrics submitted by MissAkai

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