Aphorisms Songtext
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Hopelessly motivated lies
Give way like gospels to my eyes in their endless inquiry
Black skied midnight
I have only to delight in my suffering
I sit in this chair for way too long
Waiting for the world to writhe beneath my feet
I lost my self when I lost you
Now it's better left in chains than to be free
Give way like gospels to my eyes in their endless inquiry
Black skied midnight
I have only to delight in my suffering
I sit in this chair for way too long
Waiting for the world to writhe beneath my feet
I lost my self when I lost you
Now it's better left in chains than to be free
I'm cheating on my loneliness tonight
With bottles that make these things alright until they dissipate
I hear own reflection as it tells me
That we cannot give ourselves, we are our own
Am I dreaming?
I've got nothing left of you
Just aphorisms to resort to
With bottles that make these things alright until they dissipate
I hear own reflection as it tells me
That we cannot give ourselves, we are our own
Am I dreaming?
I've got nothing left of you
Just aphorisms to resort to
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