Cornered and Lines

All I see is killing me All I know are edges that yell this is far as we go But Oh, there must be more Oh, there must be more All I feel The cold of the shadows that fall from our wheels All I hear is, Child the wild is something to fear Keep to the form baby Keep to the near But Oh, there must be more Oh, there must be more Oh, there must be more Oh, there must be more Keep to your corners and manage your lines Nothing outside of these parallel sides So stackable, stackable, laughable, stackable Stack with the others So stackable, stackable Keep to your corners and manage your lie Comfy and cozy with nothing outside And we're stackable, stackable laughable, trackable Stack with the others and go, oh Oh, there must be more Oh, there must be more Oh, there must be more Oh, there must be more