i hear there is a lake hidden in this dry town
somewhere past the row of houses
not a private beach, not quite a reservoir
though its not off limits still cant get in
a few of us from the city came looking for it
stumbling through backyards
we might've toppled a fence or two
we left a trail of modern art
warmer, warmer, we're getting warmer
going back in time is probably not an option
we aren't there yet
no point in stopping
this shit is risk reward
so lets just risk some more
i'm peeling layers of skin off at this rate
this face isn't mine and still i'm starting to hate it
so wheres the fucking lake, man?
wheres the fucking lake?
where's the fucking lake?
i figured you were into this sort of thing
my wrists are ball joints and my hands start to spin
warmer, warmer, we're getting warmer
i think we're almost there
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