Lyrics
The crust the core and every other fucking song I wrote mean nothing now.
I won't care about the things I love or the things I loathe, it's not gonna be alright.
But to my defence, I love these fences.
And I love the concept of being offensive.
But it's lost on me, it's wasted here.
I've been crossing the straight lines, been circling around.
Satellite, light, I'm not gonna share it.
I'm closer to get it, I'm not ending up without.
Satellite, light, I've been reaching but the sky won't be found.
Touch me I'm sore, trust me I'm sick of touching down but not feeling the ground.
I'm missing days, I'm missing more nights, and the morning light always comes too soon.
But to my defence, I love these fences.
And all these lenses colour this landscape.
You are the landslide, I am the things you hide.
Under solid ground I am a landmine.
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