spitting wind

Replacing all the air
You replace until theres nothing there
You makeshift suffocate
The words before the meaning
Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard
Replacing all the air
You replace until theres nothing there
You makeshift suffocate
The words before the meaning
Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard
Replacing all the air
You replace until theres nothing there
You makeshift suffocate
The words before the meaning
Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard
The voice is a stream of pain
Like from a falling plane
Revolves round the world again
The texture still isnt right
Cowers from a hunters light
Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight

To rest here is asinine
Between electric lines
Forgive me: instantly chilled to the bone

We trawl through shame
Through lovers names
Through the backlit scars
Through the frigid wars
And we burn the crimes (and we burn our crimes)
Between electric lines (between electric lines)
Say a prayer for nothing (say a prayer for nothing)
Take a dance for nothing (Take a dance for nothing)
Here I am a ghost (here I am a ghost)
A shadow lingering (yes its lingering)
I am toxic host (just a toxic host)
No sense imagining (imagining)

The voice is a shock to you
All made of ice, and through
The pages wet with no-ones story never true
It climbs through your open pores
Behind your distant doors
Distorts the age you never claimed
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