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



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Postlethwait, Mark Benincosa Ii
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