Nothing left, feel alright, I think Iâll play it down.
Pretty little strain, I can take a bus to school, you can tag a stride, your ride
And youâre here and you're alive, and youâre the untapped memory of another life
And youâre huge as the sky and you're dropping satellites
I canât think of your face without cracking the bones in my hands
I canât breath through your lies and I think Iâm off script again
Want your bones, want your face
Another time, another place
If your hands tell your bones
Bring it down, spill all over⦠spill all over
Well it seems that those survived 'till the end of the wave
Spit blood like a true general woman, wipe it on your sleeve
Come see with us that page and the blocking clouds your face
Itâs the monster at the end of the book, the battle at the panic of your dream
Who won that round?
Who won that round?
Spill all over, spill all over
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