A Vulgar Way To Order Lyrics

I believe in your signs
It's now time to take off the blinds
It's always the same key
But tonight SebT feels freezee

Bring some signs to beleive in
What do I become without this?
Sometimes we stop to make the point
Hidden card down the table

Small dot in the middle of the round
The fuel that makes my car
Smells like an old Jaguar
Small dot in the middle of the round
Even if I got the recipe
God, bring me my meal
Fuck, bring me my meal

As I'm writing this shit
I'm realizing that I'm not for it
Confident I should be
Patience will bring the missing piece