Digital Prestige
Put my shadow into a plane
Flying high so I can´t explain
I sit in this score and I cannot ignore
That you´re there
Feel you are dropping a miracle
Move your hand like a tentacle
I need something to beg
And someone to shave my head
I´m in fever
Rest in seasons
Pull it down to your own sense
Pets have said that I´m innocent
Now they are begging me for a cent
I want the to leave
Cuz´ they didn´t believe in me.