Fist Benders - Keystone | Текст песни

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• Fist Benders
• Keystone

Defoliated
Glade of my heart string
Fed through a Jenny
Inextricably
Ensconced in parked cars
It's not got me far
Imparting memoirs
Of times shit got hard

On me. I've got friends
Who just say talk less
But to call quits is
Not a sound option
Scratch the invalid
Didactic bullshit
Kill them with kindness
Me with sour patch kids

How have I ever
Made you feel worthless?
You condescend me
every wordless glance
Never is penance
A chance at time back
Through the great, the waste, the
Ugly you knew that

I am an artist
I eat space
I am an artist
Fallen from grace of
Mother and Father
Falter to bother
Leaving behind e-
ven my regrets.

Down this corpulent orifice, I am circumscribed by diatribe. Proclivity for vitriolic hating leads to Hades down this corpulent orifice. I am circumscribed by diatribe. Proclivity for vitriolic hating leads to Hades.

The thing that makes me sad is that I know how little time we have.

Northbound past Pala
Windows down, head out
Chilled air rushes in
Sweat pressed to my skin
From our friends now a-
sleep in the back seat
Every word we sing
I get less cold feet,
But

Everything I see's not how it should be. Ethereal lies breed thought mounds of debris. Keystone above and to the left of me. I'm unaccustomed to loving, please trust I tried, but I just can't get over you.