Text: Bleach. Static.

Havoc, it's automatic
More than sporadic is when I fall
Panic, this search is frantic
Spirit mechanic, Lord fix it all

Now I'm looking to your arms

It's just like electric shoes
That I just want to run to you
I know that you wanted to
I want to stick like static

Grace, gold is fantastic
I deserve plastic or none at all

Now I'm looking to your arms

It's just like electric shoes
That I just want to run to you
I know that you wanted to
I want to stick like static

It's just like electric shoes
That I just want to run to you
I know that you wanted to
I want to stick like static

It's just like electric shoes
That I just want to run to you
I know that you wanted to
I want to stick like static

Like static, like static
Like static, like static