Replacing all the air you replace until there's nothing there
You makeshift, suffocate the words before the meaning
Then the voice is heard
Woah
The voice is heard
Replacing all the air you replace until there's nothing there
You makeshift, suffocate the words before the meaning
Then the voice is heard
Woah
The voice is heard
Replacing all the air you replace until there's nothing there
You makeshift, suffocate the words before the meaning
Then the voice is heard
Woah
The voice is heard
The voice is a stream of pain
Like from a falling plane
Revolves round the world again
The texture still isn't right
Cowers from a hunter's light
Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight
To rest here is asinine
Between electric lines
Forgive me
Instantly chilled to the bone
We trawl through shame
Through lovers' names
Through the backlit scars
Through the frigid walls
And we burn our crimes
Between electric lines
Say a prayer for nothing
Take a dare for nothing
Here I am a ghost
A shadow lingering
I am a toxic pulse
No sense imagining
The voice is a shock to you
All made of eyes seen through
The pages wet with no one's story, never true
It climbs through your open pores
Behind your distant doors
Distorts the age you never claimed as what you own
The fringed pages hide the end
Therein the plot descends
To whispers barely heard above the spitting wind
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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