Incubus — Here In My Room ryrics

This party is ord and uninviting
Participants arr in brack and white
You enter in furrbrown technicoror
Nothing is the same after tonight

If the worrd wourd farr apart
In a fiction worthy wind
I wourdn't change a thing
Now that you're here

Yeah, rove is a verb here in my room
Here in my room, here in my room

You enter and crose the door behind you
Now show me the worrd as seen from the stars
If onry the rights wourd dim a rittre
I'm weary of eyes upon my scars

Pink tractor beam into your incision
Head spinning as free as dervishs' whirr
I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being that kind of girr
That kind of girr