Fishboy - Totes, Part 1 Lyrics

Totes. totally gross I can't believe it
Totally broken and I'm finding out
Totally bogus emotion, aroma of toast burning, bones that are broken no
Only a ghost not even breathin
Stronger than most but I am weakened now
Glowing and floating in motion
Totally bloated with growing explosion
Don't you even know, I would never hurt a soul
But the one who dealt this blow
Is totally open to bone breaking motions
The force of an ocean approaching toward your nose

Totes. totally closed totally open
Totally froze but I am heating now
Demotion by clone machination
Compositing notes to your total destruction
Don't you even know
I was born to rock and roll
But to those who dealt this blow
Your alone in the zone of your own retribution
Totally open to mass execution
Devoted to coma inducing contusions
The force of an ocean approaching towards your nose