Flatfoot Video (MV)

Feels like on gunpoint; and
I'm in need for stimuli
The nicotine comes easy; but
It's not what we would try
Opium in mouth fulls
That's why the eager only die
Open a household
Grow a garden for the mold

I'd give it one step for a five
A barter for some tree sap
Some whiskey and some rye
It's what they want
You gotta give them what they want

From my knee caps came those lights
From which you saw
The start of a new feeling
From the right side of my jaw
No candle stains, from what remained
A citizen in awe, she left on the back of an old whale

'Til I shan't learn anymore
I'd give it two more tries
Looks like that we both lost in this

Flatfoot, where you headed?
There maybe nothing there
Flatfoot, where you headed?
Your steps grow longer than your hair
Longer than you hair
'Twas better when you were there

Feels like on gunpoint; and
I'm in need for stimuli