Monkey see, monkey die
Laminate your face and paste it up into the sky
Cause it's squallin' and it's solid and it's
Completely rancid and beautiful,
Like a forcefield of multiplying meat,
Cut a hole in the floor just to see
Just how close to hell we're standing.
Time shoots forward in your skull
standard chords, not power chords) i strum it a few times then hammer on
the note on the A string listen to the song and maybe you'll understand