Deafheaven - Luna Lyrics

Tricked into some fodder about this oasis
This conversation of new beginning
Having enlightening talks over common interests
Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform

I've boarded myself inside. I've refused to exit
There is no ocean for me
There is no glamour
Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt
I gaze at it from the oven of my home

Confined to a house that never remains clean
To a bed where the ill never get well
I cough ceaselessly into the night

The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold

Sitting quietly in scorching reimagined suburbia