Fold

Anybody out there
My cat's up a tree
Someone wake the proctor
Invigilating
Hey, look at me
I'm talking to you
What do you mean
You don't have a clue

Feeling turns to sound
As you dissipate like cloud
The future's upon your skin
Like gold

Everyone's a critic but I couldn't be
Got too many contradictions burying me
Hey, don't believe
What they're sellin' you
It's guaranteed
Not none of it's true

Light fills up your mouth
And your eyes in truth enshroud
You know that you'll never win
So fold



Credits
Writer(s): Keenan Mittag-degala
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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