Insects
Psilocybin lipstick
Apocryphal and cryptic
You made the morning mist mutate
Pulsating in the distance
My lungs lit up like lightening
There's insects all inside me
They incubate, I give them shape
They burrow in me blindly
Hidden paths
We could perhaps
Find our shelter
Or let's get lost
Disguise what it was
That made us falter
Everything, crashes and breaks
Let's go faster, so the collisions make
A scar to live by, a scar that grows
A scar that guides us, and gives us hope
Psilocybin lipstick, apocryphal and cryptic
You make the morning mist mutate
That I never knew existed
My lungs lit up like lightening
There's insects all inside me
They incubate, I give them shape
They crawl and leave their carvings
The curtain call
An empire falls
Like all empires do
Say it's a waste
Or a war we waged
Arrows aimed, stead fast and true
Everything, rotates and writhes
In damaged daydreams, our skin provides
Scars that move us, scars that change
Reminds me of healing, on my weaker days
Psilocybin lipstick, apocryphal and cryptic
You made the morning mist mutate
I guess I kind of miss it
My lungs breathe in a cyclone
To blow away those old oaths
The insects go, escape their host
They'll find another home
Apocryphal and cryptic
You made the morning mist mutate
Pulsating in the distance
My lungs lit up like lightening
There's insects all inside me
They incubate, I give them shape
They burrow in me blindly
Hidden paths
We could perhaps
Find our shelter
Or let's get lost
Disguise what it was
That made us falter
Everything, crashes and breaks
Let's go faster, so the collisions make
A scar to live by, a scar that grows
A scar that guides us, and gives us hope
Psilocybin lipstick, apocryphal and cryptic
You make the morning mist mutate
That I never knew existed
My lungs lit up like lightening
There's insects all inside me
They incubate, I give them shape
They crawl and leave their carvings
The curtain call
An empire falls
Like all empires do
Say it's a waste
Or a war we waged
Arrows aimed, stead fast and true
Everything, rotates and writhes
In damaged daydreams, our skin provides
Scars that move us, scars that change
Reminds me of healing, on my weaker days
Psilocybin lipstick, apocryphal and cryptic
You made the morning mist mutate
I guess I kind of miss it
My lungs breathe in a cyclone
To blow away those old oaths
The insects go, escape their host
They'll find another home
Credits
Writer(s): Andy Bell, Joe Phillips, Kev Nolan, Nic Wood
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