Lyrics
How many times are you gonna be a portrait still
You’re the point of perfection
Drift myself through the forest so many times
But always come out with something missing
And now I do it so seductive
And ultimately reductive
I twist and turned brass
Fall out to the glass and it’s so strong
It burns the back of my throat
Contradiction
How contradictive
I’m a contradictive
I contradict myself
How many times are you gonna be a portrait still
You’re the point of perfection
Drift myself through the forest so many times
But always come out with something missing
And I flew so high
So high it makes me dizzy
Now I do it so seductive
And ultimately reductive
I twist and turned brass
Fall out to the glass and it’s so strong
It burns the back of my throat
Contradiction
How contradictive
I’m a contradictive
I contradict myself
Got to the room
Get all your gallery
Got to the roof
Show what you got
Got to the rooftop
Let out yawp
Got to the rooftop
Let out yawp