I Worship Raw Beats (Weatherbox)

My flower hands they bloom and growI'm sweating at the cross roads Wolf through how sound My paws stomp the digital ground You are rock I am made of wires I had no idea You are rock I am made of wires I had no idea We were not meant to think or to love We were meant to crush and to plug So I crush and I plug So I crush and I plug So I'm crushed by the weight of waiting And I'm plugged into new machines So I'm crushed by the weight of waiting And I'm plugged into new machines You are rock I am made of wires I had no idea You are rock I am made of wires I had no idea We were not meant to think or to love We were meant to crush and to plug So I crush and I plug So I crush and I plug