Sinkhole
Steel plated, and a wind up key
Keeps ticking over, with a consistency
Of time passing by, on an analogue clock
It's hand slowly burn, behind the glass case lock
Black tar and rust is creeping out through the walls
Drowning my thoughts in its mass and spilling out of my eyes
I don't know why I think I've felt this before
But through the smoke and the haze I think I've found what I've been looking for
Falling further down in this sinkhole
The code is blocking out all the noise
I'm finding it harder to breath now
Realising I don't have a choice
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Robotics are not it and no has got shit
Look only forward to finding the mysterious culprit
Search in a raging fever storm that is positively dulcet
And shout when you feel like you have finally found it
Black tar and rust is creeping out through the walls
Drowning my thoughts in its mass and spilling out of my eyes
I don't know why I think I've felt this before
But through the smoke and the haze I think I've found what I've been looking for
Falling further down in this sinkhole
The code is blocking out all the noise
I'm finding it harder to breath now
Realising I don't have a choice
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Keeps ticking over, with a consistency
Of time passing by, on an analogue clock
It's hand slowly burn, behind the glass case lock
Black tar and rust is creeping out through the walls
Drowning my thoughts in its mass and spilling out of my eyes
I don't know why I think I've felt this before
But through the smoke and the haze I think I've found what I've been looking for
Falling further down in this sinkhole
The code is blocking out all the noise
I'm finding it harder to breath now
Realising I don't have a choice
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Robotics are not it and no has got shit
Look only forward to finding the mysterious culprit
Search in a raging fever storm that is positively dulcet
And shout when you feel like you have finally found it
Black tar and rust is creeping out through the walls
Drowning my thoughts in its mass and spilling out of my eyes
I don't know why I think I've felt this before
But through the smoke and the haze I think I've found what I've been looking for
Falling further down in this sinkhole
The code is blocking out all the noise
I'm finding it harder to breath now
Realising I don't have a choice
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Won't you, comfort me
I need you, to hold me
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Day
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