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Through all of the summers
That felt more like winters
They taught me to turn on the light at night
they taught me how to see myself
Crawl through my mind
Powder me with your sighs
I always get the bends
Drowning in shallow ends
Light spells of rain fall
Tinted world, blurry eyes
The clouds give a reasoning
Grey murk is poisoning
Crawl through my mind
Powder me with your sighs
I always get the bends
Drowning in shallow ends
Dotted line thoughts all abandoning
All the while the tide keeps on ebbing in
Grayscale dreams that I've been harboring
Surface tension sinks much deeper in
Crawl through my mind
Powder me with your sighs
I always get the bends
Drowning in shallow ends
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2. |
Legless
03:24
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A lack of joint energy
Missing in contempt,
heights of content
We'll never amount to anything
I imagined all you are not
A leopard can't change it's spots
A trick or bad treatment
A walk to clear my head
A walk of which I led
You'd never walk with me
Post life, trail back to my shell
Handling your high show and tell
I'm locked in my bedroom cell
I hope at least you're doing well
Lay staring at skylines
Us paired in my mind
To my stomach my heart sinks
Call my heart the titanic
A mess that no hike could mend
I hated when you called me friend
Post life, trail back to my shell
Handling your high show and tell
I'm missing my contempt fell
Stun-luck, you sure can tell
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Pique
03:33
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Rubbing ring dreams watching me
Twelve o'clock rings for the fifth time today
Rubber ball goals inside me
Two o'clock strings
Never be more than clay
I’ll never be more than clay
Five hours straight
Stated and wasted
In my cell
Stated and wasted in hell
Warmth I hold
Over exposure and the clock stops ticking
Days in bed and thoughts astray
I’m a little too late I’m a little too late
Being rigid, old, I’m a little too late just a little too late
Being rigid, old, I’m a little too late just a little too late
Still not clicking and
Time is walking out on me again
Beating in a stairwell
There’s not enough in
Last time I was ticking
Air is walking out on me again
Beating in a stairwell
Not enough in twelve
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Loose Hinge
04:36
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Been a while since I've seen my head
Eyes shake, hands are tremors, instead
Been a while since I've seen red
Shading blues fades of colour instead
What do you
Make of this
What do you say
What time is it
Watch the soil
Fill the cave
You saw it coming
What can I say
Been a while since I've seen my head,
Spine shakes, hands are tremor, instead
Been a while since I've seen red
Or any colour, black streaks instead
What do you
Make of this
What do you say
What time is it
Watch the soil
Fill the cave
You saw it coming
What can I say
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