Pontius Trips
Shame that you won't
Make it out alive
With the one thing that you wanted
I see the stains
Have you been playing out
With the blade you know is evil
The hair is matted
And the contest is done
It's a bullish departure for the sabbath
In me is a god
Yet I've no current in this stream
To the other world
Shame that you won't
Make it out alive
With the one thing that you wanted
The heart is melted
And the conquest complete
It's a repulsive glow up for the vile
In me is a god
Yet I've no current in this stream
To the other world
It was not a trick
The hair is wet
Don't they know I get distracted
The bird is gone
My planet's taking shape
I feel all the old words setting in
The veins are shrinking
And the poison's run dry
It's a damning display of all the wicked
Don't wanna hear it again
Now's the time to go
Boring, a catch so wild
Still, these old eyes can levitate
Spin, streaking 'cross the knot
And deviations come again
Like cackles, or speaking in tongues
What times, foul times
I cross fingers again
Winter, nothing could catch them
What, then, was it that split them
Turned what once was light into
A chore
A bore
Make it out alive
With the one thing that you wanted
I see the stains
Have you been playing out
With the blade you know is evil
The hair is matted
And the contest is done
It's a bullish departure for the sabbath
In me is a god
Yet I've no current in this stream
To the other world
Shame that you won't
Make it out alive
With the one thing that you wanted
The heart is melted
And the conquest complete
It's a repulsive glow up for the vile
In me is a god
Yet I've no current in this stream
To the other world
It was not a trick
The hair is wet
Don't they know I get distracted
The bird is gone
My planet's taking shape
I feel all the old words setting in
The veins are shrinking
And the poison's run dry
It's a damning display of all the wicked
Don't wanna hear it again
Now's the time to go
Boring, a catch so wild
Still, these old eyes can levitate
Spin, streaking 'cross the knot
And deviations come again
Like cackles, or speaking in tongues
What times, foul times
I cross fingers again
Winter, nothing could catch them
What, then, was it that split them
Turned what once was light into
A chore
A bore
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Writer(s): Andrew Cormack
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