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lyrics
Saddled up with sunken stains and
things that I can't make real
You carried under thousand arrows
All signed in red
Glisten no levy twirled and traveled and greasy noticing
can't floss it up and worlds are breaking
eeeeehhhr... christ
do yourself, harrowed
hold and severed
guess you understand
bolster the weight
can't roll up with a sprain
when all of them are gone
got me some pity
for lesser prey
strange friends can make for me
daytime envelops our fortitude
and I can't take that away
But hold and taste
All of them made when
Cut up your vegetables
I'll hate
Hate you some more
But that won't get out alive
Trapped
Back in the city in a sort of way
Stop and go fantasy
Hold up the mouse
With seventeen buttons
eighteen, nineteen and above
Oh, say you're ready
I'm going to show what it takes
Upon rotting air
The base little people
are bastardized, unequal
and they won't take me away
Don't exist I--
Fuck going to stay
and fused to my door - but
can't hear them again
keys are chipped and dusty
the dust inbetween is rust
fuck
I'm no good
Can peel it off
but it still stains
Like a lost, spent, quenching way
Maddening
You can walk in circles but it won't fix
Ending and charred
It opens up
Oh God I've fucked up
Dust on my glasses
Fold on the pill
Whatever I can see
I rise and tear it up, unfold the chair
and I can sit out here to breath
Walking the steps
With hands in your pockets
That doesn't mean a thing
Get off the World and
And make something of yourself... anyway
things that I can't make real
You carried under thousand arrows
All signed in red
Glisten no levy twirled and traveled and greasy noticing
can't floss it up and worlds are breaking
eeeeehhhr... christ
do yourself, harrowed
hold and severed
guess you understand
bolster the weight
can't roll up with a sprain
when all of them are gone
got me some pity
for lesser prey
strange friends can make for me
daytime envelops our fortitude
and I can't take that away
But hold and taste
All of them made when
Cut up your vegetables
I'll hate
Hate you some more
But that won't get out alive
Trapped
Back in the city in a sort of way
Stop and go fantasy
Hold up the mouse
With seventeen buttons
eighteen, nineteen and above
Oh, say you're ready
I'm going to show what it takes
Upon rotting air
The base little people
are bastardized, unequal
and they won't take me away
Don't exist I--
Fuck going to stay
and fused to my door - but
can't hear them again
keys are chipped and dusty
the dust inbetween is rust
fuck
I'm no good
Can peel it off
but it still stains
Like a lost, spent, quenching way
Maddening
You can walk in circles but it won't fix
Ending and charred
It opens up
Oh God I've fucked up
Dust on my glasses
Fold on the pill
Whatever I can see
I rise and tear it up, unfold the chair
and I can sit out here to breath
Walking the steps
With hands in your pockets
That doesn't mean a thing
Get off the World and
And make something of yourself... anyway
credits
from Waisthome,
released June 10, 2016
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