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Insanity Waves
04:26
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We're staring at each other like we're worlds away
When in reality we're one foot apart
It's like some really fucked up 1984 fantasy
and I hope that George Orwell drives a stake through our hearts
Well it's an isotope jumbled with combustion
so you hold on to an oar and paddle out into the lake of lies like how we think we despise the comfort of our homes with another set of eyes
Is it so serious to love independence?
You look really cute and then I hear you speak
and hope that like Bruce swallowed sadness with madness you'll be off my mind in a week
Well it's an isotope jumbled with combustion
so you hold on to an oar and paddle out into the lake of lies like how we think we despise the comfort of our homes with another set of eyes
I want my life back in its arms
I get strength from being on my own
You don't even have to know
We've already tried
We already mind it
Come on everybody fuck yourselves
I'd love to love you like right now
I'd love to solve the world
I'd love to treat you like mine now
That's not the way I work
That's not the way I work
I want my life back in its arms
I can't stand not being on my own
You don't even have to know
And tell me what's so wrong with loving independence
She sees who I am and she can hear me speak
I just cannot describe why I'm like this
I'll be out my mind in a week
In a week
In a week
cause I'm insane
cause I'm insane
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2. |
Anthemic Distress
01:06
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(the sound of planets realigning with)
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Friendly Karaoke
02:34
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The fear inside in my head
Tonight is only mine
The fear is gone
It's now, It's now
Inside I try
to know about you now
I know that you care
That you care
That you care
That you can
That you can
That you can
That you can
That you can
That you can
That you can't
That you will (That you can)
It's a tide that takes its toll on all of us
That you can't (That you can)
Bet you won't (That you can)
Feel it now
Tingled spines (That you can)
Dog that knows
on the street
Feeling like a man without anything to eat
Spiderwebs
In my hair (Cul de sac)
They are my hair
I do not care about all the stones that are thrown towards my way
I'm feeling constructionally obligated to keep continuing
with what I'm doing (fighter plane)
I feel I am surprised to find the devil inside the surprise
That is the devil (Jungle love)
The devil
That you can't
That you can't
That you can (Jungle hate)
That you can not see with out x-ray specs (Hair that's straight)
In full vision
A waste of time grain of sand
Does it fall into my hand
It's not an hourglass It's just the palm and I'm on the beach
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4. |
Splash Down
00:54
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Waves splashing on the beach
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