Limited time limit, well, you just got to be perfect.
Picture, think of it, me, then me again,

iMe, iIt,
look at the big realWorld art

alarmed. Out of tune. Who's all that counting?
They'll get your cause and effect. Hot right.

Story, yesterday we caught the phase, shiftin' spreaders all over that tower,

Standers. We're put there
for slogan. Now to be

unknown'd. Whose chorus? Could you be that soldier?