The wheels are heating up to a bend
Gasoline is leaking out like sin
It’s been weld together with my dirty hands
Dressed and ready for the party to begin
I am ready to wait until it begins

I’m curving as I cannonball ahead
Oh I know I can’t go on like that
So I’ll go straight to bed
and then onto the next

I was young when I grew thorns
Got ripped up from the ground

And I have burned my body so thin

I am ready to wait until it begins
I am ready to wait until it begins
I am ready to wait until it begins
I am ready to wait until it begins

~Cannonball
Cassino, Kingprince

It almost scares me how gorgeous this song is. Like, how does a group of people decide to make something so dead-on?