Sky Chore

Psychic Sperm

I’ve settled the score; it’s settled
Stay there on the floor my mettle’s shown to you

Get him alone - you might make something
Get him alone - you might make something true to you to you to you

There is no more turning back
There is no more turning back
There is no more
There is no more
There is no more
There is no more

I don’t know why I’m telling you anymore

Look to the sky from east to west it’s a chore