Butterflies, they begin to flutter now
Melting inside the popcorn butter brow
The shots are lined up
Gotta love that clinking sound
Jess is cracking the whip to head down

Am I an offering to the Gods in the ring
Entertaining feast fit for a king
All the blood, sweat, and the tears that we put into everything
Year after year we're still here

In this field of vision (Field of vision)
We seeing cylclopean (Cyclopean)
In this field of vision (Field of vision)
We don't need need no religion

Still running blind after so many years
Surely something's gotta give?
Woo!
Corneal conditions got me scrutinizing
I'm feeling like a horse on Ket
Yeah, the thunder of the hooves
Run from the pack of wolves
The drumming of the limbs
Overtake the wind
Living in a field of vision

Big ride, leather-eyed, with a one-track mind
One race, one course
Fly upon the metal horse
Goose for the sauce
Get bruised, get loose, attitude, blindfold me
I can see the music
Woo!

Look at me (Field of vision)
You and your orchid of eyes (Cyclopean)
Sight can sting (Field of vision)
I'm thinking that it's harvest time, yeah

I lied to God
Faith dead, stage plot
Bird strike at height
I glide

I'm being a silly
I'm being a silly billy
I'm being a silly
I'm being a silly billy
I'm being a silly
I'm being a silly billy
I'm being silly
Silly billy