As I lay lying to the limit of my chain
I stand and pivot a perfect circle
Mauve, midnight blue, brown, and purple
Your fading gift that remains

With a temperature of 103
That's the temperature my cheek can leave

G. A. S. O. L. I. N. E
G. A. S. O. L. I. N. E
G. A. S. O. L. I. N. E
G. A. S. O. L. I. N. E

Though my fever so captive for so long
Somersaults underwater
Or walking through the ground as lava

With a temperature of 103
That's the temperature my cheek can leave

Forgive and shut up ratchet it up once again
A soul now entered my fear monger
3 laden hounds lead in hunger
Right by the clouded on me

With a temperature of 103
The three beasts are released on me

See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
Now although I know nothing is so
G. A. S. O. L. I. N. E

See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
Now although I know nothing is so
G. A. S. O. L. I. N. E

G. A. S. O. L. I. N. E
G. A. S. O. L. I. N. E