Sharpen my body like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lense If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing\'s wrong you like the feeling I am all over the land Come on I need to show it Back on the mountain again I was standing watching seasons You\'re now my only friend I\'m too heavy, I\'m the burden Sitting and picking on myself It\'s a shiny, shiny morning And when the light finds my eye I\'ll be fleeting like a scent I hold my breath and I count to three On and on outworn It must be five hundred degrees Will it show, in my show x2