Indeliberate signs of riant.
I'm living out of my can.
I'm in the chair of God looking over.
Next I see with my blind eyes.
That the following part is gonna cover all of me,
Confiscating my eyes entirely.
There's not much wrong with no regrets.
But no distress or scathe is making me calcify
And I'm ever against that.
Supposed to be alright (but sometimes I think)
This world is not mine.
Stuck on the green spot of my time beam.
Nails apart is the worst thing, I want my dream.
I want my scheme, changing my theme.
Figurative and flesh made, I'm where the blast is.
Can I evaporate, inside of this fast kiss
Confiscating my eyes entirely.
There's not much wrong with no regrets.
But no distress or scathe is making me calcify
And I'm ever against that.
Supposed to be alright (but sometimes I think)
This world is not mine.
Weather will change, the sun will fade again.
Then comes the storm and I will fade again.
I don't wanna be there, I don't wanna be there,
When the boy cries wolf.
Stoppin' all the bitchin' when the boy cried.
There's not much wrong with no regrets.
But no distress or scathe is making me calcify
And I'm ever against that.
Supposed to be alright (but sometimes I think)
This world is not mine.
And I
Am ever...
I am
Calcified