Mechanical Pencil

I'm sketching on your word Tapped into new creations and I'm taking all the turns Give into new sensations, yeah You're catching on the urge Don't do what they will tell you You're reeling on the purge Fresh hells where you can come through Arcane in the wake Soft sounds, don't they dull you? Crude thing on my wing Lead lines leading back to you They're getting on my nerves Slipped on the bad impression They're breeding all the germs To catch the full infection, yeah Arcane in the wake Soft sounds, don't they dull you? Crude thing on my wing Lead lines, they will cut you out Arcane in the wake Soft sounds, don't they dull you? Crude thing on my wing Lead lines leading back to All the lines can be erased Past time to kill the god in phase When all the lines can be erased Plot lines fulfilled Third act In place Oh, all the lines can be erased Past time to kill the god in phase When all the lines can be erased Plot lines fulfilled Third act In place