Transdimensional Stellar Autopsy
All alone the search for all alone
And oh wow oh what a way to go out
The making of a third dimension safe house
Nobody can hear you shout
What did we look like in the future?
Was there a way to be sure?
I never wanted to be open
If none of them could be cured
Finally a way to the open
Finally a way to see
Finally a crack in the dementia
A stellar autopsy
I'm getting over I'm getting over
I'm coming over I'm coming over
Finally a way to the open
Finally a way to see
Finally a crack in the dementia
A stellar autopsy
When you open an isolated center
Don't be surprised when everything shuts down
You can't save a place with a replacement
The nerve endings are all dead now
Why did you think you were above this?
Nothing ever escapes
Is this dimension any different?
You're still being crushed by the weight
Finally a way to the open
Finally a way to see
Finally a crack in the dementia
A stellar autopsy
I'm getting over I'm getting over
I'm coming over I'm coming over
Everything I feel I feel is dead
Everything I feel I feel is new
Everything I feel I feel is dead
All inside collapsing onto you
Everything I feel I feel is dead
Everything I feel I feel for you
Everything I feel I feel is dead
Nothing matters I send this to you
And oh wow oh what a way to go out
The making of a third dimension safe house
Nobody can hear you shout
What did we look like in the future?
Was there a way to be sure?
I never wanted to be open
If none of them could be cured
Finally a way to the open
Finally a way to see
Finally a crack in the dementia
A stellar autopsy
I'm getting over I'm getting over
I'm coming over I'm coming over
Finally a way to the open
Finally a way to see
Finally a crack in the dementia
A stellar autopsy
When you open an isolated center
Don't be surprised when everything shuts down
You can't save a place with a replacement
The nerve endings are all dead now
Why did you think you were above this?
Nothing ever escapes
Is this dimension any different?
You're still being crushed by the weight
Finally a way to the open
Finally a way to see
Finally a crack in the dementia
A stellar autopsy
I'm getting over I'm getting over
I'm coming over I'm coming over
Everything I feel I feel is dead
Everything I feel I feel is new
Everything I feel I feel is dead
All inside collapsing onto you
Everything I feel I feel is dead
Everything I feel I feel for you
Everything I feel I feel is dead
Nothing matters I send this to you
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Postlethwait, Mark Benincosa Ii
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