SLEET SEASON
๐ต 1853 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:42 duration
๐ ID: 12118644
๐ Lyrics
Eyelids leaves in autumn weather
Shoulder cold as snow 'n sleet
Hair adorned with Zs, growing bored of cordial speech
Morn' routine, ignore a sleep quota, throw on clothes and leave
Tryna keep my mind together, nudge my soul towards some peace
Don't control my own two feet
Flesh in autopilot, I'm a fly upon the wall
Scouting ways to certify that shit is dire when it's not
Eyes brighter when they're raw, nose diving in the faucet
Frightened as a cocky rock climber when he falls, and the harness snaps like it's bark and a axe
Ego in the coffin, leave sod and dirt to swallow that
Should swap the farmers for some jaded prophets following almanac
I'll probably stop sneezing at these problems once the pollen's passed
Bars going harder than my left ear hearing is
Read a couple books to stick to judging by appearances
When trouble's drawing near again
Might know my way around now
Sitting took a toll I can't cope with no surround sound
Beeping in my head, I always read it as a countdown
Fetal in the sheets, Grim Reaper on the prowl
See the ceiling high up, seeming like the frequencies that's drowned out
Freaking out the neighborhood like Howl's house
I found out quick
I can't give a fuck it's no room for arousal
Opportunities too elusive for lounging
And when the going's getting tough, there's nothing ludicrous about it
Give the wall a bruise as proof of the pounding
Memos I send to the sky like, "I had best get reimbursed for my time"
My grandma whimpering from the mouth she taught me nursery rhymes
I'm in a bunker, I'm shaken, I'm not so up for a tussle
It only means she sleeps worse when we fight
Busy lugging 'round some cold hands, shaking like some salt
New tasklist for an old man
Gonna see my mom soon
Since this brain was ripe enough
Taste that's in my mouth like fucking dogfood
Hoping there's somebody 'round to talk to
Shoulder cold as snow 'n sleet
Hair adorned with Zs, growing bored of cordial speech
Morn' routine, ignore a sleep quota, throw on clothes and leave
Tryna keep my mind together, nudge my soul towards some peace
Don't control my own two feet
Flesh in autopilot, I'm a fly upon the wall
Scouting ways to certify that shit is dire when it's not
Eyes brighter when they're raw, nose diving in the faucet
Frightened as a cocky rock climber when he falls, and the harness snaps like it's bark and a axe
Ego in the coffin, leave sod and dirt to swallow that
Should swap the farmers for some jaded prophets following almanac
I'll probably stop sneezing at these problems once the pollen's passed
Bars going harder than my left ear hearing is
Read a couple books to stick to judging by appearances
When trouble's drawing near again
Might know my way around now
Sitting took a toll I can't cope with no surround sound
Beeping in my head, I always read it as a countdown
Fetal in the sheets, Grim Reaper on the prowl
See the ceiling high up, seeming like the frequencies that's drowned out
Freaking out the neighborhood like Howl's house
I found out quick
I can't give a fuck it's no room for arousal
Opportunities too elusive for lounging
And when the going's getting tough, there's nothing ludicrous about it
Give the wall a bruise as proof of the pounding
Memos I send to the sky like, "I had best get reimbursed for my time"
My grandma whimpering from the mouth she taught me nursery rhymes
I'm in a bunker, I'm shaken, I'm not so up for a tussle
It only means she sleeps worse when we fight
Busy lugging 'round some cold hands, shaking like some salt
New tasklist for an old man
Gonna see my mom soon
Since this brain was ripe enough
Taste that's in my mouth like fucking dogfood
Hoping there's somebody 'round to talk to
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:27.13] Eyelids leaves in autumn weather
[00:28.46] Shoulder cold as snow 'n sleet
[00:30.70] Hair adorned with Zs, growing bored of cordial speech
[00:33.47] Morn' routine, ignore a sleep quota, throw on clothes and leave
[00:37.19] Tryna keep my mind together, nudge my soul towards some peace
[00:40.71] Don't control my own two feet
[00:42.17] Flesh in autopilot, I'm a fly upon the wall
[00:45.30] Scouting ways to certify that shit is dire when it's not
[00:48.65] Eyes brighter when they're raw, nose diving in the faucet
[00:52.24] Frightened as a cocky rock climber when he falls, and the harness snaps like it's bark and a axe
[00:57.25] Ego in the coffin, leave sod and dirt to swallow that
[01:01.27] Should swap the farmers for some jaded prophets following almanac
[01:04.37] I'll probably stop sneezing at these problems once the pollen's passed
[01:07.64] Bars going harder than my left ear hearing is
[01:10.97] Read a couple books to stick to judging by appearances
[01:14.47] When trouble's drawing near again
[01:15.99] Might know my way around now
[01:17.73] Sitting took a toll I can't cope with no surround sound
[01:21.03] Beeping in my head, I always read it as a countdown
[01:24.48] Fetal in the sheets, Grim Reaper on the prowl
[01:27.06] See the ceiling high up, seeming like the frequencies that's drowned out
[01:30.92] Freaking out the neighborhood like Howl's house
[01:34.17] I found out quick
[01:34.92] I can't give a fuck it's no room for arousal
[01:38.06] Opportunities too elusive for lounging
[01:40.70] And when the going's getting tough, there's nothing ludicrous about it
[01:44.47] Give the wall a bruise as proof of the pounding
[01:46.83] Memos I send to the sky like, "I had best get reimbursed for my time"
[01:50.86] My grandma whimpering from the mouth she taught me nursery rhymes
[01:54.26] I'm in a bunker, I'm shaken, I'm not so up for a tussle
[01:57.11] It only means she sleeps worse when we fight
[02:00.39] Busy lugging 'round some cold hands, shaking like some salt
[02:03.83] New tasklist for an old man
[02:05.62] Gonna see my mom soon
[02:07.77] Since this brain was ripe enough
[02:09.12] Taste that's in my mouth like fucking dogfood
[02:11.33] Hoping there's somebody 'round to talk to
[02:15.14]
[00:28.46] Shoulder cold as snow 'n sleet
[00:30.70] Hair adorned with Zs, growing bored of cordial speech
[00:33.47] Morn' routine, ignore a sleep quota, throw on clothes and leave
[00:37.19] Tryna keep my mind together, nudge my soul towards some peace
[00:40.71] Don't control my own two feet
[00:42.17] Flesh in autopilot, I'm a fly upon the wall
[00:45.30] Scouting ways to certify that shit is dire when it's not
[00:48.65] Eyes brighter when they're raw, nose diving in the faucet
[00:52.24] Frightened as a cocky rock climber when he falls, and the harness snaps like it's bark and a axe
[00:57.25] Ego in the coffin, leave sod and dirt to swallow that
[01:01.27] Should swap the farmers for some jaded prophets following almanac
[01:04.37] I'll probably stop sneezing at these problems once the pollen's passed
[01:07.64] Bars going harder than my left ear hearing is
[01:10.97] Read a couple books to stick to judging by appearances
[01:14.47] When trouble's drawing near again
[01:15.99] Might know my way around now
[01:17.73] Sitting took a toll I can't cope with no surround sound
[01:21.03] Beeping in my head, I always read it as a countdown
[01:24.48] Fetal in the sheets, Grim Reaper on the prowl
[01:27.06] See the ceiling high up, seeming like the frequencies that's drowned out
[01:30.92] Freaking out the neighborhood like Howl's house
[01:34.17] I found out quick
[01:34.92] I can't give a fuck it's no room for arousal
[01:38.06] Opportunities too elusive for lounging
[01:40.70] And when the going's getting tough, there's nothing ludicrous about it
[01:44.47] Give the wall a bruise as proof of the pounding
[01:46.83] Memos I send to the sky like, "I had best get reimbursed for my time"
[01:50.86] My grandma whimpering from the mouth she taught me nursery rhymes
[01:54.26] I'm in a bunker, I'm shaken, I'm not so up for a tussle
[01:57.11] It only means she sleeps worse when we fight
[02:00.39] Busy lugging 'round some cold hands, shaking like some salt
[02:03.83] New tasklist for an old man
[02:05.62] Gonna see my mom soon
[02:07.77] Since this brain was ripe enough
[02:09.12] Taste that's in my mouth like fucking dogfood
[02:11.33] Hoping there's somebody 'round to talk to
[02:15.14]