Oblivious

Eleven Eleven on all my clocks
My clippers in my bloodied right hand
Have you got a question for your god
Is there something you need help to understand
Like is there a heaven when we drop
Will the clouds part to the sound of a brass band
Can you teach me a lesson
In the time I've got
Can you point me towards a labelled diagram

Your swampy eyes in the night
Fixated on the details
You're barking at the starlight
Scattering your fingernails
The water here tastes like wine
I'm drunk on the silence
The summer's sweaty eyes
The promise of violence

There's a ladder to the sky
So tie your shoes up tight
There are thirteen rungs to climb
And seven chambers to moloch's mind
There are codes you amplify
The rotten fruit in late july
We're all simple lullabies
So hum your tune and close your eyes



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Hicks
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