MOMS AWAY!

I'm the seed of a gun, elevator to the sun
Are you cold? are you cold?
You will need a typhoon on the surface of the moon
Weren't you told? Weren't you told?

Secrets between robotic schemes giving me nightmares in my sleep
What do they mean, these psychotic dreams? Why are they killing all my sheep?
Secret machines inside the seams, draining the marrow from my bones
I think that I see they're not unlike me, they're just afraid of being alone

I'm in need of your stun, or my head might come undone
Fall off whole, fall off whole
At full speed, at full speed, I am begging on my knees
For your hold, for your hold