Quench

Fixed, eyes, crossed rights
Til you, give up the thirst

Glass structures with tinted shades
Keeping up the thin charades
Rough curves on statuettes
Feed the mind for the grotesque

Fake fear, fake diction

A palette for accustomed sin
In a crime you're indulging in

Fixed, eyes, crossed rights
Til you, give up the thirst

Give up the thirst

In the vein, of what's humane

Your myth, Your fraud, Your life concealed
Convenience over morals for mass appeal
Constant recurrence while you look away
Your myth, Your fraud, your life concealed
Fuck your convenience and mass appeal



Credits
Writer(s): Bren King, Michael Bifolco, Michael Walsh, Wyatt Oberholzer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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