The Rounds Lyrics

I gotta find a way out of here

Gotta find a way out of here

You take me on a ride well don't you

Have a place to hide?

Can we celebrate

While you start to make the rounds?

I gotta find away into you

Gotta find a way into you

Infect you like a virus I'll infect

You like a virus

And we integrate

While the emperor makes the rounds

And we denigrate

While we slowly take you down

I'm a little book full of little things that

Never really should have happened

Oh I gotta find a way out of here

Oh I gotta find a way out of here

Rip me up or tear me down

Before the body dies

You're a literal anarchist

Burning nonfiction books

And saving all the information

You can weaponize in conversation

Let me think while I

Plan to take you down

I'm a lyrical analyst

I pour over the stanzas

Seeing how I consecrate you

Turn you into stone

As Medusa blinks

You will slowly make the rounds

You disseminate

All the useless things you've found

I'm a little book full of little spells that

Never should have been recited

Oh I gotta find a way out of here

Oh I gotta find a way out of here

Rip me up or tear me down

Before the body dies