Coordinate Shift (feat. ANRI Arcane)
๐ต 1596 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:36 duration
๐ ID: 10056032
๐ Lyrics
A stolen fruit
A childish sin has taken root
In carpet grids
A winding road for toothless kids
A thankless weight
Each carcass longs for wooden crates
Not sticks and feet
Turn over, kitty, turn and see that
Flesh should not lie flat
One step can't cover seven steps
Where gardens once unwrapped
Was there a place like that?
And I return, to a small world
Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A pack of dogs
You spin atop a cardboard box
A burning tent
The newest coat of hip cement
Shot down a bird
And Bacchus laughed, or so I heard
No shoe unsold
Black needles fold into a row, but
Life should not lie flat
A branch under your skin had snapped
Where rivers laid and slept
Was there a time like that?
And I return, to a small world
Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
And I return, to a small world
Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
And I return, to a small world
Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A childish sin has taken root
In carpet grids
A winding road for toothless kids
A thankless weight
Each carcass longs for wooden crates
Not sticks and feet
Turn over, kitty, turn and see that
Flesh should not lie flat
One step can't cover seven steps
Where gardens once unwrapped
Was there a place like that?
And I return, to a small world
Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A pack of dogs
You spin atop a cardboard box
A burning tent
The newest coat of hip cement
Shot down a bird
And Bacchus laughed, or so I heard
No shoe unsold
Black needles fold into a row, but
Life should not lie flat
A branch under your skin had snapped
Where rivers laid and slept
Was there a time like that?
And I return, to a small world
Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
And I return, to a small world
Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
And I return, to a small world
Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.10] A stolen fruit
[00:09.08] A childish sin has taken root
[00:11.90] In carpet grids
[00:13.80] A winding road for toothless kids
[00:16.66] A thankless weight
[00:18.74] Each carcass longs for wooden crates
[00:21.60] Not sticks and feet
[00:23.39] Turn over, kitty, turn and see that
[00:26.04] Flesh should not lie flat
[00:28.10] One step can't cover seven steps
[00:30.56] Where gardens once unwrapped
[00:33.09] Was there a place like that?
[00:35.18] And I return, to a small world
[00:37.59] Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat
[00:39.94] Where did it go? Where did your life go?
[00:42.51] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[00:44.81] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[00:48.05]
[00:57.60] A pack of dogs
[00:59.42] You spin atop a cardboard box
[01:02.33] A burning tent
[01:04.20] The newest coat of hip cement
[01:07.04] Shot down a bird
[01:08.95] And Bacchus laughed, or so I heard
[01:11.80] No shoe unsold
[01:13.63] Black needles fold into a row, but
[01:16.42] Life should not lie flat
[01:18.65] A branch under your skin had snapped
[01:21.03] Where rivers laid and slept
[01:23.36] Was there a time like that?
[01:25.81] And I return, to a small world
[01:28.09] Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold
[01:30.45] Where did it go? Where did your life go?
[01:33.09] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[01:35.49] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[01:37.85]
[01:56.95] And I return, to a small world
[01:59.25] Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat
[02:01.54] Where did it go? Where did your life go?
[02:03.85] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:06.54] And I return, to a small world
[02:08.78] Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold
[02:11.15] Where did it go? Where did your life go?
[02:13.41] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:16.07] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:18.33] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:20.83] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:23.25] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:26.16]
[00:09.08] A childish sin has taken root
[00:11.90] In carpet grids
[00:13.80] A winding road for toothless kids
[00:16.66] A thankless weight
[00:18.74] Each carcass longs for wooden crates
[00:21.60] Not sticks and feet
[00:23.39] Turn over, kitty, turn and see that
[00:26.04] Flesh should not lie flat
[00:28.10] One step can't cover seven steps
[00:30.56] Where gardens once unwrapped
[00:33.09] Was there a place like that?
[00:35.18] And I return, to a small world
[00:37.59] Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat
[00:39.94] Where did it go? Where did your life go?
[00:42.51] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[00:44.81] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[00:48.05]
[00:57.60] A pack of dogs
[00:59.42] You spin atop a cardboard box
[01:02.33] A burning tent
[01:04.20] The newest coat of hip cement
[01:07.04] Shot down a bird
[01:08.95] And Bacchus laughed, or so I heard
[01:11.80] No shoe unsold
[01:13.63] Black needles fold into a row, but
[01:16.42] Life should not lie flat
[01:18.65] A branch under your skin had snapped
[01:21.03] Where rivers laid and slept
[01:23.36] Was there a time like that?
[01:25.81] And I return, to a small world
[01:28.09] Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold
[01:30.45] Where did it go? Where did your life go?
[01:33.09] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[01:35.49] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[01:37.85]
[01:56.95] And I return, to a small world
[01:59.25] Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat
[02:01.54] Where did it go? Where did your life go?
[02:03.85] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:06.54] And I return, to a small world
[02:08.78] Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold
[02:11.15] Where did it go? Where did your life go?
[02:13.41] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:16.07] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:18.33] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:20.83] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:23.25] A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
[02:26.16]