out of it

Out of it
So misfit
To be making clicks
With only this
Cleavers lift
My strange spirit
Out of this
Into this

Come fast towards me
Come fast towards me

I am your frozen hourglass
I can distract you well
Leave me to scrap the motions
Don't burn out your woollen eyes



Credits
Writer(s): Nathanial Smallwood-wallace, Benjamin Byck
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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