Bad Things Abound

Bad things abound We're shaking up the clouds and Granted we're taking it Out with our arrogance This place is dizzy now We're higher than the clouds and Granted we're taking it Out with our arrogance We're blending up his hands Our atmosphere is rotting Our cold self centered core is twisted up And granted we're taking it out with our arrogance This place is dizzy now We're higher than the clouds and Granted we're taking it out with our arrogance We're blending up his hands Our atmosphere is rotting Our cold self centered core is twisted up Cold self centered core is twisted up