I've been escaping my body for way too damn long
I've been keeping the meaning way too obvious now, son
You better recalibrate, don't lose your reign on shame
In-between Hell and a hard place
When I was 17, all I had was a bunch of dreams
And pain, self induced, of course the train might leave me where I need
Inadvertently we've wrecked the Earth
Most the things I know sit behind my nerves
Awaiting my chance to revisit
Got the devil on FaceTime
Temptation with the Apple
Irony has levelled and left dishevelled
Chaos bubbles like tribalism
Got to take me where the lambs go it is Set
And I'm choosing peace which defeats the f*cking need for me
The need for me, the need for us
She is round like the orbit we are on
Don't come around these Gods, claiming that we're wrong
The World has no concepts, should we too
In all truths I've changed the path I'm on
We're all running from certain some things
Discarded sun beams
Benign love stings, yeah
Atmosphere compacts the right and wrong things
Moment of realisation like expected overdoses
I suspect I'm over though
And this could be the final hymn that I wrote
We're still looking for a place not known to this Earth
Or some goods that won't work
Dedication beyond the sun
Spilling bullets for other's gains
So it appears that the sun sets again for no-one
Special as we claim to be
We're as special as we claim to be
My old testaments are dead, these the new ones
My brains a f*cking mess so leaving is an option
Cigarette kid, blessed kid
I've been seeing dead people in these mirrors, shit, ignorance ain't bliss
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I've been escaping my body for way too damn long
I've been keeping the meaning way too obvious now, son
You better recalibrate, don't lose your reign on shame
In-between Hell and a hard place
When I was 17, all I had was a bunch of dreams
And pain, self induced, of course the train might leave me where I need
Inadvertently we've wrecked the Earth
Most the things I know sit behind my nerves
Awaiting my chance to revisit
Got the devil on FaceTime
Temptation with the Apple
Irony has levelled and left dishevelled
Chaos bubbles like tribalism
Got to take me where the lambs go it is Set
And I'm choosing peace which defeats the f*cking need for me
The need for me, the need for us
She is round like the orbit we are on
Don't come around these Gods, claiming that we're wrong
The World has no concepts, should we too
In all truths I've changed the path I'm on
We're all running from certain some things
Discarded sun beams
Benign love stings, yeah
Atmosphere compacts the right and wrong things
Moment of realisation like expected overdoses
I suspect I'm over though
And this could be the final hymn that I wrote
We're still looking for a place not known to this Earth
Or some goods that won't work
Dedication beyond the sun
Spilling bullets for other's gains
So it appears that the sun sets again for no-one
Special as we claim to be
We're as special as we claim to be
My old testaments are dead, these the new ones
My brains a f*cking mess so leaving is an option
Cigarette kid, blessed kid
I've been seeing dead people in these mirrors, shit, ignorance ain't bliss
I've been keeping the meaning way too obvious now, son
You better recalibrate, don't lose your reign on shame
In-between Hell and a hard place
When I was 17, all I had was a bunch of dreams
And pain, self induced, of course the train might leave me where I need
Inadvertently we've wrecked the Earth
Most the things I know sit behind my nerves
Awaiting my chance to revisit
Got the devil on FaceTime
Temptation with the Apple
Irony has levelled and left dishevelled
Chaos bubbles like tribalism
Got to take me where the lambs go it is Set
And I'm choosing peace which defeats the f*cking need for me
The need for me, the need for us
She is round like the orbit we are on
Don't come around these Gods, claiming that we're wrong
The World has no concepts, should we too
In all truths I've changed the path I'm on
We're all running from certain some things
Discarded sun beams
Benign love stings, yeah
Atmosphere compacts the right and wrong things
Moment of realisation like expected overdoses
I suspect I'm over though
And this could be the final hymn that I wrote
We're still looking for a place not known to this Earth
Or some goods that won't work
Dedication beyond the sun
Spilling bullets for other's gains
So it appears that the sun sets again for no-one
Special as we claim to be
We're as special as we claim to be
My old testaments are dead, these the new ones
My brains a f*cking mess so leaving is an option
Cigarette kid, blessed kid
I've been seeing dead people in these mirrors, shit, ignorance ain't bliss
Writer: Connor Hall
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