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about
This is about the death of love and the rebirth of self. A longing to be longed for.
lyrics
First one exposed, lost names of sentinels, drown in the calm, dancing through a field of Marigolds. The variables change once the chest seized the back spasms, proton pack the metaphors and I'll fake the orgasms. Eyes wide from a soft taste of shoulder shrugs, a codependent face hugger, I need some love, so....I turn the pages till the ink fades or disappears, ghosting up the heart murmurs, dress em up in rabbit ears. A pretty fate where the mind meets to sally forth, I'm tired of these bags of bones always staining up my tablecloth. Sheesh! God damn it chase the voices, throw strike after strike or give power to the voiceless. How appropriate, I'm the severed voice of consciousness, the blindfolded reality where it's really quite obvious. I don't speak but I hurt with the best of them, I know it from experience with the chest full of aggression.
(Hook) 2x
Disappear, the focus, dressed in your rabbit ears, no faith, you're no more, so I'll just
Disappear in darkness or old age, the casualties, it's no place for sorrow or apathy.
I feel loving fictional, so unconventional floating in the chaos, but I still eat my vegetables. I want to pick the flowers, let the fives be the pesticide, a beautiful degradation, watch the whole blooming field die. Once again, there's nothing strange or even heavenly, we can be dashing strangers or we can be bitter enemies. With that said I'm going to float away without a trace, a subtle Jason Vahorees, cold lamping on Crystal Lake. No mistakes, I've already powered kegged the ego, I'm pining for the days of playing backseat bingo. Let's be honest, it's an old game for young bucks, a terrible situation where the kids don't even say shucks! At least they can front to cough the costumes off, it's a beautiful day for consequences, untruths and long shots. I already told ya, I hold the truths until the death of them, I know it from experience, next question.
(Hook) 2x
I'm here to tell ya, you're looking pretty in your rabbit ears (rabbit ears), so so beautiful. 4x
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