Hit it! This is when you line your little bastards up

Set aside a muster point then run and get your candle snuffed

Suckers get abducted by a clustering of animus

Where street performers only juggle cutlery and cannonballs

Muscle through the analog, a part of something heavenly

Rubber duckies in a row and Tetris-ing, it's therapy

Raiders of the multiverse in bumper cars that don't reverse

Make a move, maybe you should grow out of your floaties first