This song was created for Game of Bands round 102 : "Under 1 minute in length"
I stumbled in the room Forgot what I had to do, I lost my move. He glared at me Screaming, shouting, mentally. Good god, I can't make my eyes leave I felt the air lift from my skin Fly away young woman. So frozen from Ellie's dumb grin That I've dropped my steamy bins. Supersonic torture, unbroken observer With a hurting heart, head, tongue and ears. Forgetting now what Macbeth said, To be or not to feel like death, what a mess! At least he's gone away, maybe he thinks I'm fine Oh well, Ellie.