Are we ever going to leave your house or just sit and listen to the red house painters
i'd throw you in the wishing well but you're heavy like a murdered waitress
i've been pulling out of my blood this white fibre, i don't really feel your pain i just wanna paint your likeness
my triteness eats your darkness...
nobody told me to sing so high i do it myself
i'm like an animal trapped in a hole , one that is tunneling down
people tell me 'kid you really need to take it easy on yourself - do you think you need someone?'
buddy have you hurt yourself? did you cut it on a desert diamond
buggies in a fractal set and pulling out the endless fibre....
nobody tells me to seem so vague i do it myself....
from 3 songs
released March 6, 2017
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