Begin to unwind as the process is riddled with fear of mankind, the prospect of failing’s on par with divine. There’s a tip of an ice-burg with wandering eyes, and sights set on melting a hole through your heart or a shoe through the floor, and my only request on your way out the door is that you take a bow. Take a bow. Take a bow.
So, I must confess with the whisper that pulls at the hairs on your neck, “I’m a clear cutting fool who’s filled with regret” for rings left uncounted from trunks that I’ve split. How could I ever begin to unwind? It’s a process that’s riddled with fear of mankind, the prospect of failing’s on par with divine. There’s a tip of an ice-burg with wandering eyes, and sights set on melting a hole through your heart or a shoe through the floor, and my only request on your way out the door is that you take a bow. Take a bow. Take a bow. Take a bow.
There is a draft coming up the stairs from the tiny room. The vibes aren’t all that good, so I avoid going down there unless it’s a complete necessity which is usually only twice a year. There is a hole in the kitchen wall covered by a stopped clock. The insulation could be better, but I like the thought that I’m sheltered from the elements by a broken countdown towards extinction. There is a hole in the ceiling pointing to the north star, reassuring me I’ll find my way home, as long as there’s no clouds a’rambling in the night sky, my alignments cosmically exact.
Begin to unwind as the process that’s riddled with fear of mankind, the prospect of failing’s on par with divine. There’s a tip of an ice-burg with wandering eyes, and sights set on melting a hole through your heart or a shoe through the floor, and my only request on your way out the door is that you take a bow. Take a bow. Take a bow.
Begin to unwind as the process that’s riddled with fear of mankind, the prospect of failing’s on par with divine. There’s a tip of an ice-burg with wandering eyes, and sights set on melting a hole through your heart or a shoe through the floor, and my only request on your way out the door is that you
take a bow.
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