Turing

The hate you’re going to believe
Will never get out of your mind
I stuck in the numbers
I stuck in the letters
I want to be kind

The line you’re going to receive
Would be the one that make sense
I leave my old numbers
I leave my old letters
I want to be nice

I stuck in the numbers
I want to be kind
I want to be kind

The shine you’re going to make black
The things you’re going to forget
I stuck in the numbers
I stuck in the letters
I want to be kind

The line you’re going to receive
Would be the one that make sense
I leave my old numbers
I leave my old letters
I want to be nice