Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters lyrics
by On Broken Wings
The sound of a primate
The offensive of attempting to create illusions
With goals of appearing larger to an enemy
But can you dance like indrid cold? (That's right)
But can you dance like indrid cold?
But can you dance like indrid cold? (That's right)
But can you dance like indrid cold?
I've got some questions, and I want them f*cking answered
Am I nothing more than an upright ape?
Built in defenses, heartbeat increases
An ape with shame and an ego to match