Lirik Epitome-butterfingers

Out of out of an observation through an undead nationShould I believe in things I've never thought is rightA narrow opening, lips burning, drink too sourAnd if you see a kite we could be flying highAnd if it's ok that now you're laughing over someoneAnd i'm sure you will have a happy time to beAnd if you touch the sky your feet hand glide on upsideThe smile is seize to siege for everybody so...