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Rendered Red
02:42
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Tight chest
Two days and counting
Pressure
I shouldn’t feel is mounting
Silhouettes of you, green and grey, come into view
In this darkening room
Ideas are lapping
My philosophy is lapsing
Busy doing nothing
Two years and counting
Click
A sudden shift in surroundings
Silhouettes of you, rendered red, come into view
In this lightening room
Ideas are lapping
My philosophy stops lapsing
Silhouettes of you, rendered red, come into view
In this umbrous room
Ideas are lapping
My philosophy starts lapsing
Again
Is it worth it
Starting something that may finish
To finish something that’s far ahead of starting
Or am I just hell-bent to repent this situation
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Idolising you was unwise of me
I was in fixation with a false representation of lust
You're the red rag
I'm the bull
And I hope that we collide
It might make you realise
Silvers and coppers were more valuable to me than your trust
How weird has this become
Something turns into nothing
And nothingness turned me into
No one
Idolising you was unwise of me
You were the flower
I was the water I thought you would need
It was all too much
You drowned
The compacted soil rooted you to the ground
I can't pull you out
How weird has this become
Something turns into nothing
Nothingness turned me in two
How weird has this become
Something turns into nothing
And nothingness turned me into
How weird has this become
Something turns into nothing
And nothingness turned me into
No one
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We’re all deluded to some degree
Pondering reincarnation til’ I’m stung by the bee
I believed could be me
The rose, it’s thorns, grew inward on itself
Now the agony starts
Constantly knocking a door
I’ve shut 4 times before
Do I deserve to be caught
In this stampede
Just as I began to think I was free
An appealing mirage only I can see
Begins to morph differently
When perceived collectively
We’re all deluded to some degree
We’re all deluded to some degree
Flee to appease
Conceptually I can’t
The pack is too fast
Doesn’t help that I’m at the peak of
A steep downwards slant
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Witness one final chant
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ohh
Before the agony starts
Constantly knocking a door
I’ve shut 4 times before
Do I deserve to be caught
In this stampede
Just as I began to think I was free
An appealing mirage only I can see
Begins to morph differently
When perceived collectively
We’re all deluded to some degree
We’re all deluded to some degree
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4. |
As You Do
02:10
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Lose ya keys
Find a purse
Crack ya phone
Burn the toast
Float the boat
Bin the post
Break the hinge
Ingest a cloud
Hurl a slug
Milk the teat
Shatter the ant
Prod the proud
Play it by ear
Play it by ear
Plunge the sea
Tease OAP’s
Piss yourself
Slap the geezer
POLE VAULT
Scrap in lava
Bite the mozi
Crash the conference
Kill Stuart Little
Plead for sin
Bathe in diesel
Bridge the gap
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5. |
Clamped
03:20
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My hands are clamped
Between two steel poles
The gap gets smaller
As does my pain threshold
It starts to take a toll
But I can’t release the hold
My hands crushed
The steels left with a mould of
A couple of knuckles but otherwise untouched
Seems unjust
But it’s all brung upon
Myself
It’s brung upon myself
It’s brung upon myself
Being hung up on someone
Being held up with something else
I’m the only person I tussle with
Never would I rustle anyone’s feathers
It’s brung upon myself
I’m the only person I tussle with
Never would I rustle anyone’s feathers
My intentions are pure
I never mean to be rude
But as I listened to your outpour
Something else ensued
It crept up quick
It burrowed deep
A thought I thought was obsolete
Yet remains to be tethered to me
And untamed
I guess it’s all brung upon
Myself
It’s brung upon myself
It’s brung upon myself
Being hung up on someone
Being held up with something else
I’m the only person I tussle with
Never would I rustle anyone’s feathers
It’s brung upon myself
It’s brung upon myself
Being hung up on someone
Being held up with something else
I’m the only person I tussle with
Never would I rustle anyone’s feathers
It’s brung upon myself
Never would I rustle anyone’s feathers
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