I want it
Need it
But I'm shit outta luck
They heard it
They saw it
So they ripped out my gut
Don't speak it
Don't think it
They'll steal the sun
I pissed on
The flames of
This floating gun
The cold weather sleeps while you battle with aches
That forever drag
The clouds would weep from the shackles that claw
At your heart to pull down
No surprises
I'd been smiling
For when this came around
See I sold out
My soul now
They're owed me in the ground
The fleeting moments you treasure have all
But disappeared
Give in to the great unknown to forget
About all your fears
I swallowed my dreams
'Cause I couldn't believe this was happening to me
Under the trees
I fed to new life then I was free
When I found it
Dumbfounded
That I'd seen it before
Then I felt it
As I lost it
It's then I'm floored
Fully loaded
Bloated
They'll steal the sun
I pissed on
The flames of
This floating gun
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