The grass stiffens from the cold
Walking over a
Giving glass floor
I bet you know what I’m thinking
You seem to be losing your land
Finally fine with you leaving
You and your idle hands
Starts in your head
Flow is persistent
Disregards where you’ve been
Exasperated
Intimidate
Oh my, the folds in your face
So I sit here watching and waiting
For this dead air to change
My life is growing more stagnant
I'm burning away
My mindset seems antiquated
When will time rearrange?
Pieces that I once held so dearly
(define the line that divides fiction from finite)
Slight of hand
You're missing it
Slight of hand
You're missing it
Define the line that divides Fiction from finite
We drove round town
'Til we found out
The lights were off
The truth is found In hollow ground
We are barefooted The grass stiffens from the cold Walking over a Giving glass floor I bet you know what I’m thinking You seem to be losing your land Finally fine with you leaving You and your idle hands Starts in your head Flow is persistent Disregards where you’ve been Exasperated Intimidate Oh my, the folds in your face So I sit here watching and waiting For this dead air to change My life is growing more stagnant I'm burning away My mindset seems antiquated When will time rearrange? Pieces that I once held so dearly (define the line that divides fiction from finite) Slight of hand You're missing it Slight of hand You're missing it Define the line that divides Fiction from finite We drove round town 'Til we found out The lights were off The truth is found In hollow ground Explain Request ×
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