Lyrics I'm Pixelated - Fyrce Muons

The pitch and rolling extends beyond me
Unlike the gold swinging on the surface
Pitch back and forth back and forth
Rolling towards the back hands
With my eyebrows challenge

It is the sweetness
It is the pleasure of horror
Of helplessness
It is the feature that I seek
Torture it is not asked for
I did not request this
It is not addicted to order
The results are forever pixelated

My vision pixilated
In the process pixilated
Is my rational thinking
Seeing this glass this pixilation glass
From this moment and into the future
And into the past
At the same time last

The sun is glass
Far into the past
Until my sun is black
Fade to black
Every day farther back