Akinesia
Faces start to wash away
And all the plans you had are for another day
I understand these problems are made by what's inside
It's not your time
And as the southern winter changes, addicted to akinesia
For when the suffering feels painless,
And the headache takes its toll
But this is not how his mother raised him, for an unrequited love
I guess he's punished for never changing,
I guess he's too bright, too bright a shade and while the
southern winter changes, I know I should've been there
For when the suffering felt painless
We're all addicted to akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
This is not how his mother raised him, for an unrequited love
He's punished for never changing,
I guess he's too bright, too bright a shade
This is not how his mother raised him, for an unrequited love
I guess he's punished for never changing,
I guess he's too bright, too bright a shade
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
I understand these problems are made by what's inside
It's not your time
And all the plans you had are for another day
I understand these problems are made by what's inside
It's not your time
And as the southern winter changes, addicted to akinesia
For when the suffering feels painless,
And the headache takes its toll
But this is not how his mother raised him, for an unrequited love
I guess he's punished for never changing,
I guess he's too bright, too bright a shade and while the
southern winter changes, I know I should've been there
For when the suffering felt painless
We're all addicted to akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
This is not how his mother raised him, for an unrequited love
He's punished for never changing,
I guess he's too bright, too bright a shade
This is not how his mother raised him, for an unrequited love
I guess he's punished for never changing,
I guess he's too bright, too bright a shade
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
Akinesia
I understand these problems are made by what's inside
It's not your time
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Writer(s): Alistar Treloar Karl-crooks
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