Verse 1
Salubrious salutations
To all of those around
Have you lost your patience
Searching for the sound
A prisoner of persuasion
Get it done somehow
There’s a war that keeps on raging
No reason, Stop it now
Yo yo yo
I’m getting sick of talking
My brain is off a walking
Give me something to get high
Yo yo yo
The number 8 is waiting
For someone innovating
To bend it into shape
Verse 2
Abhorrent accusations
Feeling left up in the air
Family losing graces
Did I ever really care
A future with frustration
Feel it everywhere
Wastе of space relations
Neithеr here nor there
Yo yo yo
I’m getting sick of talking
My brain is off a walking
Give me something to get high
Yo yo yo
The number 8 is waiting
For someone innovating
To bend it into shape
Verse 3
Intrepid instigation
We’ve brought it to the fore
Amidst the isolation
Reassessing so much more
Tide is always turning
Turning tables on the law
The era of cessation
Working out the flaws
Yo yo yo
I’m getting sick of talking
My brain is off a walking
Give me something to get high
Yo yo yo
The number 8 is waiting
For someone innovating
To bend it into shape
Yo yo yo
I’m getting sick of talking
My brain is off a walking
Give me something to get high
Yo yo yo
The number 8 is waiting
For someone innovating
To bend it into shape
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