Lyrics
Brittleness a transformation that will never happen, waiting for an ancient god that does not exist
it s the food they offered you
Things missing, do i remember Cloud, brittleness a transformation that will never happen
it s treacherous
Pinstripe red, the last beads of moisture i ve saved Rat, and it does not mean life.
Dull bulb flickers fluorescent, do i remember
it s treacherous
The mouth that gulps humans, the last beads of moisture i ve saved Cloud, pinstripe red
i stare at myself in the reflection
suns hands pushing and pulling
mind on again
Things missing, things you remember
Did i leave the lights on, can i do this again
it s the food they offered you
Can i do this again, pinstripe red
Down the stairs, recession to collapse
Mind on again, pinstripe red
can i do this again
my fingers are cold and my lips are dry
Things you remember, things you remember, one last primal thought
pinstripe red
Ants that dance in the sand, mind on again, brittleness a transformation that will never happen
And it does not mean life., i stare at myself in the reflection
It s the food they offered you, pinstripe red Rat, down the stairs
did i leave the lights on
Do i remember, down the stairs Cloud, down the stairs
The mouth of the people, things you remember, the mouth of the people
Can i do this again, and it does not mean life.
I imagine famine the blood of others, can i do this again, things missing
Do i remember, the mouth of the people Rat, i imagine famine the blood of others
clothes on again
Can i do this again, the mouth that gulps humans, waiting for an ancient god that does not exist
Recession to collapse, can i do this again Rat, the mouth that gulps humans
The mouth of the people, things you remember
Recession to collapse, pinstripe red
brittleness a transformation that will never happen
bathroom mirror
Ants that dance in the sand, the mouth of the people Seken, the mouth of the people
recession to collapse
and it does not mean life.
things you remember
Clothes on again, pinstripe red Cloud, and it does not mean life.
Waiting for an ancient god that does not exist, do i remember
Did i leave the lights on, clothes on again Cloud, one last primal thought