Fawn of the Mud - Desperate Banquet

Dripping Art

It's abstract these plannings, incoherence
It acts fast now I can't sleep, broken mirrors
I want that every last word, that I've spoken
At last a reason, to be broken

I need to lose my mind
I need your faith so blind

I might be over thinking it
But plastic seems like the best fit for you

I'm absent it seems like we're slipping
Attracted I'll just keep fucking breathing I guess I
Acted like I'm normal when I really want to paint
With your blood on your canvas of our memories

I need new memoirs
I lost my repertoire

I might be in the midst of this
But it's okay if I plan ahead
It's just a friendly game of tag in my head
As you scream while I take your last breath

Let me remind you
More than you'll ever know

I am in my control
In my control
I'm losing my control

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Writer(s): Ryder Lockett
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