Prism from By Night by Plague Vendor

Mass precision Heightened superstition Hyp to the tism You got me stuck in your prism I’m crazy about you Your spell on me You put your spell on me I know you see me walking, but I barely feel my knees The words you say Falling from your lips Your sugar-coated kisses with your microcosm hips Oh! Dance is all I know I got the feeling of the Holy Ghost I’m about to let you know And bet just when you see That I can make you a believer when you catch a glimpse of me Mass precision Heightened superstition Hyp to the tism You got me stuck in your prism I’m crazy about you

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