Atari

Can you look close?
To view all the tiny prospects of...
This human condition which we share
Or so it is said
The dread you feel grow
Will challenge the varied perspective that roots inside one's mind
Like that sublime low time

Keep chasing that high you feel, my friend
Until it's gone
Those monochrome thoughts left to devices of their end

The sepia tone
Bleeds into memories you've sown
The forest of lonely pine will be overtaken with vines
We hang on an edge...
Of reality that warps and shifts and undermines the truth of our time in the sun

Keep chasing that high you feel, my friend
Until it's gone
Those monochrome thoughts left to devices of their end

Keep chasing that high you feel, my friend
Until it's gone
Those monochrome thoughts left to devices of their end
Keep chasing that high you feel, my friend
Until it's gone
You'll see where it leads you
Bet you already know



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Morris
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