Down by the sentinels, don't be alarmed
Stuck to their hands and hoping they're guard
All the gold and silver bars
Down by the sentinels, don't be displaced
Buy all the cameras that spit out waste
Launch your head and feel the space
And it's true, I fell into blue
Side down, we'll mess around
We'll get away from the things I say
Small bends, the things I miss
Of the things I get from all of this