Acetone - Chills
I’ve got chills. they’re multiplyin’.
Strange vibrations in my head
And I can feel disintegration
Like flies livin’ in my bed
Ow
There were three dots in formation
Eerie sights along the road
And there were signs and indications.
Split in two, then spun around disappeared
Ow
I’ve got chills. they’re multiplyin’.
Strange vibrations in my head
And there were signs and indications,
Like flies livin’ in my bed.
Ow