Our Lady - Buque | Текст песни

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I need to know how to balance myself
And this urge to just lie down in this bed
Well I'm stuck in my head
I am led by this obsession with what's already dead
I am led by this obsession with what's already dead
I'm moving like a thought through your head
I'm a vessel for my tongue to hurt me
My heart is beating out of my body
Kept this feeling alive
I'm burning out quicker than I had thought
I need a screen to gray my vision
I'm losing sight of what's really happening
I'm coming for the crown
I'll take you all down with me
I've buried it deep beneath the dirt
Take the nails of of my head
Grasp for the things that I've got left
The drive is dead
I'm growing in the thought that I'm hurting
I don't think there's a sign of this stopping
I'm a buque
I'm the innards of this movement I've been stuck in
Some things were made to break with all my bones
The cutting room is cold, the cutting room is cold

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