Vistas

[00:31.27] Arson of crystals
[00:36.68] Drenched innards sing
[00:42.91] Barter with boredom
[00:49.28] Bleached at the seams
[00:59.60] Dulled edge for training
[01:05.66] Till the sharp one's in need
[01:11.65] Doused with a primer
[01:17.35] Painted till sealed
[01:27.18] Aside from this blizzard of fuel
[01:33.37] I feel fucking nothing
[01:39.95] Scabbed cuts don't bleed much, you know
[01:46.27] Till ripped off and opened
[02:14.48] Pissed up on downers
[02:20.49] Sunk down on paste
[02:26.83] Promising vistas
[02:32.84] Discovered through waste
[02:41.78] Aside from this blizzard of fuel
[02:48.66] I feel fucking nothing
[02:55.12] Scabbed cuts don't bleed much, you know
[03:01.37] Till ripped off and opened
[03:07.82] This padding I wear when I've found
[03:14.16] An absence of distance
[03:21.00] Our bodies aren't temples, it's true
[03:27.67] They're bomb testing grounds
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