Lyrics

If cracking was easy
You’d be stepping on your own road
Come map my meaning, I won’t tip-tow on by

Now we’re moving like music
Sounds like grinding up on old souls
You know, it’s not “which one came first” it’s “why?”

Break Down
And spill your shells onto the floor
Then watch out
You turn into something more
With your guard down

So begin it in reverse
Here’s an echo that you don’t know
If you’re counting on choosing don’t tip-tow on by

Break Down
And spill your shells onto the floor
Then watch out
You turn into something more
With your guard down