Builder Of Routines
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โฑ๏ธ 2:29 duration
๐ ID: 7709073
๐ Lyrics
I have sealed myself in
Laminated all of my skin
Cellotaped my world in bits
I must embrace paralysis
Only in you do we see ourselves
Only in you can we imagine an end
So sick and so tired of being for real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
Builder of routines
It makes me safe and clean
It crucifies parts of me
But never seems to make me bleed
Only in you do we see ourselves
Only in you can we imagine an end
So sick and so tired of being for real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
How I hate middle age
In between acceptance and rage
Democracy sure made a fool out of me
But I am the builder of routines
Laminated all of my skin
Cellotaped my world in bits
I must embrace paralysis
Only in you do we see ourselves
Only in you can we imagine an end
So sick and so tired of being for real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
Builder of routines
It makes me safe and clean
It crucifies parts of me
But never seems to make me bleed
Only in you do we see ourselves
Only in you can we imagine an end
So sick and so tired of being for real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
How I hate middle age
In between acceptance and rage
Democracy sure made a fool out of me
But I am the builder of routines
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.05] I have sealed myself in
[00:13.00] Laminated all of my skin
[00:17.16] Cellotaped my world in bits
[00:21.10] I must embrace paralysis
[00:24.19] Only in you do we see ourselves
[00:28.16] Only in you can we imagine an end
[00:33.18] So sick and so tired of being for real
[00:37.27] Only the fiction still has the appeal
[00:49.22] Builder of routines
[00:54.22] It makes me safe and clean
[00:58.37] It crucifies parts of me
[01:02.36] But never seems to make me bleed
[01:06.24] Only in you do we see ourselves
[01:10.36] Only in you can we imagine an end
[01:14.31] So sick and so tired of being for real
[01:18.46] Only the fiction still has the appeal
[01:22.48] How I hate middle age
[01:26.46] In between acceptance and rage
[01:30.55] Democracy sure made a fool out of me
[01:33.53] But I am the builder of routines
[01:41.54]
[00:13.00] Laminated all of my skin
[00:17.16] Cellotaped my world in bits
[00:21.10] I must embrace paralysis
[00:24.19] Only in you do we see ourselves
[00:28.16] Only in you can we imagine an end
[00:33.18] So sick and so tired of being for real
[00:37.27] Only the fiction still has the appeal
[00:49.22] Builder of routines
[00:54.22] It makes me safe and clean
[00:58.37] It crucifies parts of me
[01:02.36] But never seems to make me bleed
[01:06.24] Only in you do we see ourselves
[01:10.36] Only in you can we imagine an end
[01:14.31] So sick and so tired of being for real
[01:18.46] Only the fiction still has the appeal
[01:22.48] How I hate middle age
[01:26.46] In between acceptance and rage
[01:30.55] Democracy sure made a fool out of me
[01:33.53] But I am the builder of routines
[01:41.54]