in the coral
Bounds of radiance
All my restrictions end in rhyme
Still unstable
With all my integers in line
Each folly faded
All in bitter due time
Engraved in gradients
Backspace, capsize, herbicide!
In forms of ink and pixel
We play shadow puppets in the dark
Casting shapes of ourselves
Can you see them?
We're finding figures in the clouds
Surreal thoughts project aloud
A hologram though it may be, come to life!
Reside in this place
Palms glued to face
Such harmonious waste
But I will shut it down
And escape
Pre-mortem, post-haste
Orange stripes and tiny cries
But I can't turn off the rain
In this place
Palms glued to face
Such harmonious waste
I will shut it down
And escape
Pre-mortem, post-haste
Orange stripes and tiny cries
I still can't turn off the rain
Now all the walls bend
Pretty patterns now torment
"Is that really what I said?"
Is all this art all I am?
Feel like an isotope
They want the cleaner clone
Focus on the pedal tone
Enough, enough, enough
The smoke under the door
Soon it will fill the room
There's no time to question more
Just pick up your feet and move
How could the smallest stone
Fracture a coliseum
Focus on the metronome
ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH
Every good sinking ship
Deserves a string quartet
But we couldn't afford one
So here's the ultra violets
And as we play the theme
Echo in hopeful lament
"Fa lala lala, dadada lala la la la"
"Fa lala lala, dadada lala la la la"
"Fala lala lala, dadada lala la la la"
All my restrictions end in rhyme
Still unstable
With all my integers in line
Each folly faded
All in bitter due time
Engraved in gradients
Backspace, capsize, herbicide!
In forms of ink and pixel
We play shadow puppets in the dark
Casting shapes of ourselves
Can you see them?
We're finding figures in the clouds
Surreal thoughts project aloud
A hologram though it may be, come to life!
Reside in this place
Palms glued to face
Such harmonious waste
But I will shut it down
And escape
Pre-mortem, post-haste
Orange stripes and tiny cries
But I can't turn off the rain
In this place
Palms glued to face
Such harmonious waste
I will shut it down
And escape
Pre-mortem, post-haste
Orange stripes and tiny cries
I still can't turn off the rain
Now all the walls bend
Pretty patterns now torment
"Is that really what I said?"
Is all this art all I am?
Feel like an isotope
They want the cleaner clone
Focus on the pedal tone
Enough, enough, enough
The smoke under the door
Soon it will fill the room
There's no time to question more
Just pick up your feet and move
How could the smallest stone
Fracture a coliseum
Focus on the metronome
ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH
Every good sinking ship
Deserves a string quartet
But we couldn't afford one
So here's the ultra violets
And as we play the theme
Echo in hopeful lament
"Fa lala lala, dadada lala la la la"
"Fa lala lala, dadada lala la la la"
"Fala lala lala, dadada lala la la la"
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Pemberton
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