Trying to use a key-card on a rusted antique lock
Supporting the weight of 2 on legs that no longer can walk
Trying to strike a match on the body of a lighter
Take out the feeding tubes, taste bodily desire
400 years ago, when your body was original
You're remembering a time before your consciousness was digital
When you used to f*ck strangers in cars and eat raw fish with girls
Antediluvian pastimes are the oyster around the pearl
Yuh
So sad
All music
All music is so sad
Trying to use a key-card on a rusted antique lock
Supporting the weight of 2 on legs that no longer can walk
Trying to strike a match on the body of a lighter
Take out the feeding tubes, taste bodily desire
dust collectors - Sushi Lyrics
dust collectors - Sushi Lyrics
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Trying to use a key-card on a rusted antique lock
Supporting the weight of 2 on legs that no longer can walk
Trying to strike a match on the body of a lighter
Take out the feeding tubes, taste bodily desire
400 years ago, when your body was original
You're remembering a time before your consciousness was digital
When you used to f*ck strangers in cars and eat raw fish with girls
Antediluvian pastimes are the oyster around the pearl
Yuh
So sad
All music
All music is so sad
Trying to use a key-card on a rusted antique lock
Supporting the weight of 2 on legs that no longer can walk
Trying to strike a match on the body of a lighter
Take out the feeding tubes, taste bodily desire
Supporting the weight of 2 on legs that no longer can walk
Trying to strike a match on the body of a lighter
Take out the feeding tubes, taste bodily desire
400 years ago, when your body was original
You're remembering a time before your consciousness was digital
When you used to f*ck strangers in cars and eat raw fish with girls
Antediluvian pastimes are the oyster around the pearl
Yuh
So sad
All music
All music is so sad
Trying to use a key-card on a rusted antique lock
Supporting the weight of 2 on legs that no longer can walk
Trying to strike a match on the body of a lighter
Take out the feeding tubes, taste bodily desire
Writer: Michael Annone
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid