Scant

Singled out by the master
Recipe for disaster
Call me home, call faster
Reel me in because the past hurts

These little dungeons do me in
Talking like a saint
Rolling like a sin
Tell me what I ain't
Pass me off to win
Colorful to blame
Sepia to wane off

Total metronomic freedom
What a waste, what a waste

I've got twenty-five reasons to let you go
I've got seventy-five reasons to let you know
I've got seasons beyond the snow
She releases my heart chakra like I'm full

I need her help to find myself
What's laying underneath my shell
What's lurking, trip, but just wants love
Music as the answer from above

Total metronomic freedom
What a waste, what a waste

Control the outcome
Pass mine inward
Release negativity
Bring forth love back into me

Total metronomic freedom
What a waste, what a waste



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Wilson
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