Heat Distraction
๐ต 528 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:05 duration
๐ ID: 793249
๐ Lyrics
Scoot and make as was
Smell come in on the train
Then dunk in sacrone
Left at trow's ennui
All ours anchor
To the aching bone
Programmed without form
Programmed without sound
Austere known your pen
Throats inside of glass
Hanging next to me
Eyes all disappear
Gloss tones speak in turn
Chew in such a rush
Lands strength a rolling home
Lie doesn't hold mass
I found myself awake and walking
The two of you arrive
Backs turned to the spitting
But they have not a dream
No one was there
Look towards the face
Becoming very clear
Smell come in on the train
Then dunk in sacrone
Left at trow's ennui
All ours anchor
To the aching bone
Programmed without form
Programmed without sound
Austere known your pen
Throats inside of glass
Hanging next to me
Eyes all disappear
Gloss tones speak in turn
Chew in such a rush
Lands strength a rolling home
Lie doesn't hold mass
I found myself awake and walking
The two of you arrive
Backs turned to the spitting
But they have not a dream
No one was there
Look towards the face
Becoming very clear
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:14.93] Scoot and make as was
[01:19.48] Smell come in on the train
[01:23.95] Then dunk in sacrone
[01:28.52] Left at trow's ennui
[01:33.92] All ours anchor
[01:37.58] To the aching bone
[01:43.09] Programmed without form
[01:47.50] Programmed without sound
[02:03.83] Austere known your pen
[02:07.46] Throats inside of glass
[02:11.96] Hanging next to me
[02:16.49] Eyes all disappear
[02:21.82] Gloss tones speak in turn
[02:26.48] Chew in such a rush
[02:30.99] Lands strength a rolling home
[02:36.36] Lie doesn't hold mass
[02:56.33] I found myself awake and walking
[03:03.63] The two of you arrive
[03:07.24] Backs turned to the spitting
[03:10.87] But they have not a dream
[03:14.45] No one was there
[03:18.09] Look towards the face
[03:21.78] Becoming very clear
[03:35.23]
[01:19.48] Smell come in on the train
[01:23.95] Then dunk in sacrone
[01:28.52] Left at trow's ennui
[01:33.92] All ours anchor
[01:37.58] To the aching bone
[01:43.09] Programmed without form
[01:47.50] Programmed without sound
[02:03.83] Austere known your pen
[02:07.46] Throats inside of glass
[02:11.96] Hanging next to me
[02:16.49] Eyes all disappear
[02:21.82] Gloss tones speak in turn
[02:26.48] Chew in such a rush
[02:30.99] Lands strength a rolling home
[02:36.36] Lie doesn't hold mass
[02:56.33] I found myself awake and walking
[03:03.63] The two of you arrive
[03:07.24] Backs turned to the spitting
[03:10.87] But they have not a dream
[03:14.45] No one was there
[03:18.09] Look towards the face
[03:21.78] Becoming very clear
[03:35.23]