Watch me heap up what I’ve sown

I’m made of peanuts, not of shells

God spares a quality of himself

Uniquely designed but we can’t help ourselves

So – Why, I made the face that bugs you

I won’t design conversation around you

I made the face that bugs you

Spyglass scans the field

Hold my hand, feel a chill in here

Tired of looking through you

I’ve found myself can you find you

So – Why I’ve made the face that bugs you

I won’t design

Spyglass scanned the field

Hold my hand, still feel a chill in here

Tired of looking through you

I’ve found myself can you find you

So – Why, did I make the face

And I won’t design

I made the face

I won’t design