Black and White
๐ต 1211 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:03 duration
๐ ID: 3843683
๐ Lyrics
Nothing makes my heart so wild as being
In possession of a potent night
Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
Shedding and discarding my hide
But the bold strokes crack so quickly
And it's often that I wonder why
Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
Hanging to my bones as they dry
How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry
When I see in only black and white?
There's a sinful sort of side of being
So contained, a bit like being lost
Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said
How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
When there is no hair on my head?
Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?
Tell me, where then do I go instead?
When atonement comes in distant waves
I might wait until the next to break
Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
Staring through the back of my face
Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
Spending all my dollars to remain a member
Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
Have I already forgotten how?
In possession of a potent night
Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
Shedding and discarding my hide
But the bold strokes crack so quickly
And it's often that I wonder why
Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
Hanging to my bones as they dry
How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry
When I see in only black and white?
There's a sinful sort of side of being
So contained, a bit like being lost
Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said
How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
When there is no hair on my head?
Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?
Tell me, where then do I go instead?
When atonement comes in distant waves
I might wait until the next to break
Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
Staring through the back of my face
Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
Spending all my dollars to remain a member
Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
Have I already forgotten how?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:31.81] Nothing makes my heart so wild as being
[00:34.60] In possession of a potent night
[00:38.15] Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
[00:40.83] Shedding and discarding my hide
[00:43.52] But the bold strokes crack so quickly
[00:46.24] And it's often that I wonder why
[00:48.08] Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
[00:51.74] Hanging to my bones as they dry
[00:54.48] How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry
[00:58.94] When I see in only black and white?
[01:11.05] There's a sinful sort of side of being
[01:13.79] So contained, a bit like being lost
[01:16.50] Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
[01:19.25] Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
[01:23.74] Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said
[01:27.31] How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
[01:30.93] When there is no hair on my head?
[01:32.76] Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?
[01:38.25] Tell me, where then do I go instead?
[02:16.85] When atonement comes in distant waves
[02:19.50] I might wait until the next to break
[02:22.26] Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
[02:25.80] Staring through the back of my face
[02:27.69] Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
[02:33.06] Spending all my dollars to remain a member
[02:36.68] Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
[02:38.48] Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
[02:43.92] Have I already forgotten how?
[02:51.12]
[00:34.60] In possession of a potent night
[00:38.15] Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
[00:40.83] Shedding and discarding my hide
[00:43.52] But the bold strokes crack so quickly
[00:46.24] And it's often that I wonder why
[00:48.08] Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
[00:51.74] Hanging to my bones as they dry
[00:54.48] How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry
[00:58.94] When I see in only black and white?
[01:11.05] There's a sinful sort of side of being
[01:13.79] So contained, a bit like being lost
[01:16.50] Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
[01:19.25] Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
[01:23.74] Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said
[01:27.31] How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
[01:30.93] When there is no hair on my head?
[01:32.76] Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?
[01:38.25] Tell me, where then do I go instead?
[02:16.85] When atonement comes in distant waves
[02:19.50] I might wait until the next to break
[02:22.26] Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
[02:25.80] Staring through the back of my face
[02:27.69] Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
[02:33.06] Spending all my dollars to remain a member
[02:36.68] Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
[02:38.48] Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
[02:43.92] Have I already forgotten how?
[02:51.12]