[Verse 1]How many times are you gonna be a portrait stillYou’re the point of perfectionDrift myself through the forest so many timesBut always come out with something missingAnd now I do it so seductiveAnd ultimately reductiveI twist and turned [?] brassFall out to the glass and it’s so strongIt burns the back of my throat[Chorus]ContradictionHow contradictiveI’m a contradictiveI contradict myself[Verse 2]How many times are you gonna be a portrait stillYou’re the point of perfectionDrift myself through the forest so many timesBut always come out with something missingAnd I flew so highSo high it makes me dizzyNow I do it so seductiveAnd ultimately reductiveI twist and turned [?] brassFall out to the glass and it’s so strongIt burns the back of my throat[Chorus]ContradictionHow contradictiveI’m a contradictiveI contradict myself[Outro]Got to the roomGet all your galleryGot to the roofShow what you gotGot to the rooftopLet out yawpGot to the rooftopLet out yawp