OHM

We viewed a landscape darling
That line of sight's now narrowing
Bad blood, stale oxygen
High hopes feel real just like the wind
Time and time again

So tired of fixing mistakes
We'll make them time and time again
What's left but swing and swing and
Swing and swing
And swing until you're dead

Yet something calms me, aides me in the dark
And slowly, duelling, motives make their mark



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Belowos
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