Reiterations
๐ต 1834 characters
โฑ๏ธ 6:42 duration
๐ ID: 9072177
๐ Lyrics
This song's to ear as candiru's to cock
The bland display elicits beige response
Regurgitated talking points for a like-minded audience
Ad nauseam
Adopt a posture
Apply aggression
The moon still came out tonight
I haven't changed anything
Candles all go out
Breath abandons lung
The waves still push and pull
Still, you haven't changed anything
The tired lines of us
With ashen foreheads
Remember you are dust
And to dust you shall return
Some cosmic satirist
With space as page and stars as ink
Kills off your character
Still the inspiration drips
Sit in a circle
Naked and eager
We all take turns pretending
We say anything important
Learn to tell the difference
Between white noise and applause
A universal eye roll
And how we all tire of
My masquerading
As an artist
The sun cares not for art
It will rise and fall regardless
There is no message of the profound
In any top from which I spout
A jargon-cum-monument built with self in mind
Mosaic of erections rise in perfect sync with jurisdiction
Or lack thereof, the influence
A serpent swallowing its tail
An endless loop
There is no old, young, in between
Just flesh in constant state of change
There is no reason for this song
The impetus is blossomed on
Instinct's pink, electric soil
History is luxury
A serpent swallowing its tail
An endless loop
After blank years of eyes shut, stumbling
There's one thing I've come to understand
How bought and sold you are
How bought and sold I am
And adult geometry
The self strung flaccid between two states suspended
Each limb tied onto a different horse
That which once showed me its bed
Now shows me the door
Foul jest in passing
So stop me if you've heard this one
"My thoughts on faux expression
For lack of a more eloquent term
The capital speaks now
In faked orgasm smirk"
Save applause for the end
A circle has none
The bland display elicits beige response
Regurgitated talking points for a like-minded audience
Ad nauseam
Adopt a posture
Apply aggression
The moon still came out tonight
I haven't changed anything
Candles all go out
Breath abandons lung
The waves still push and pull
Still, you haven't changed anything
The tired lines of us
With ashen foreheads
Remember you are dust
And to dust you shall return
Some cosmic satirist
With space as page and stars as ink
Kills off your character
Still the inspiration drips
Sit in a circle
Naked and eager
We all take turns pretending
We say anything important
Learn to tell the difference
Between white noise and applause
A universal eye roll
And how we all tire of
My masquerading
As an artist
The sun cares not for art
It will rise and fall regardless
There is no message of the profound
In any top from which I spout
A jargon-cum-monument built with self in mind
Mosaic of erections rise in perfect sync with jurisdiction
Or lack thereof, the influence
A serpent swallowing its tail
An endless loop
There is no old, young, in between
Just flesh in constant state of change
There is no reason for this song
The impetus is blossomed on
Instinct's pink, electric soil
History is luxury
A serpent swallowing its tail
An endless loop
After blank years of eyes shut, stumbling
There's one thing I've come to understand
How bought and sold you are
How bought and sold I am
And adult geometry
The self strung flaccid between two states suspended
Each limb tied onto a different horse
That which once showed me its bed
Now shows me the door
Foul jest in passing
So stop me if you've heard this one
"My thoughts on faux expression
For lack of a more eloquent term
The capital speaks now
In faked orgasm smirk"
Save applause for the end
A circle has none
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.44] This song's to ear as candiru's to cock
[00:08.07] The bland display elicits beige response
[00:19.07] Regurgitated talking points for a like-minded audience
[00:30.09] Ad nauseam
[00:32.79]
[00:35.13]
[00:38.18] Adopt a posture
[00:43.22] Apply aggression
[00:47.62] The moon still came out tonight
[00:52.58] I haven't changed anything
[00:57.48] Candles all go out
[01:02.20] Breath abandons lung
[01:06.50] The waves still push and pull
[01:10.56] Still, you haven't changed anything
[01:16.03] The tired lines of us
[01:20.76] With ashen foreheads
[01:25.02] Remember you are dust
[01:28.85] And to dust you shall return
[01:36.39]
[01:40.05] Some cosmic satirist
[01:44.58] With space as page and stars as ink
[01:50.07] Kills off your character
[01:53.46] Still the inspiration drips
[01:59.47] Sit in a circle
[02:04.86] Naked and eager
[02:09.62] We all take turns pretending
[02:13.91] We say anything important
[02:19.55] Learn to tell the difference
[02:23.45] Between white noise and applause
[02:28.98] A universal eye roll
[02:33.16] And how we all tire of
[02:38.29] My masquerading
[02:43.12] As an artist
[02:47.38] The sun cares not for art
[02:51.23] It will rise and fall regardless
[02:57.08] There is no message of the profound
[03:01.55] In any top from which I spout
[03:05.43] A jargon-cum-monument built with self in mind
[03:09.87] Mosaic of erections rise in perfect sync with jurisdiction
[03:18.17] Or lack thereof, the influence
[03:22.35] A serpent swallowing its tail
[03:26.56] An endless loop
[03:29.16] There is no old, young, in between
[03:32.45] Just flesh in constant state of change
[03:36.86] There is no reason for this song
[03:40.72] The impetus is blossomed on
[03:45.19] Instinct's pink, electric soil
[03:49.33] History is luxury
[03:53.15] A serpent swallowing its tail
[03:57.44] An endless loop
[04:02.28]
[05:19.28] After blank years of eyes shut, stumbling
[05:23.04] There's one thing I've come to understand
[05:27.42] How bought and sold you are
[05:30.24] How bought and sold I am
[05:33.80] And adult geometry
[05:37.78] The self strung flaccid between two states suspended
[05:43.87] Each limb tied onto a different horse
[05:48.02] That which once showed me its bed
[05:51.23] Now shows me the door
[05:55.32] Foul jest in passing
[05:58.61] So stop me if you've heard this one
[06:01.59] "My thoughts on faux expression
[06:04.91] For lack of a more eloquent term
[06:08.73] The capital speaks now
[06:12.17] In faked orgasm smirk"
[06:15.75] Save applause for the end
[06:19.42] A circle has none
[06:22.72]
[00:08.07] The bland display elicits beige response
[00:19.07] Regurgitated talking points for a like-minded audience
[00:30.09] Ad nauseam
[00:32.79]
[00:35.13]
[00:38.18] Adopt a posture
[00:43.22] Apply aggression
[00:47.62] The moon still came out tonight
[00:52.58] I haven't changed anything
[00:57.48] Candles all go out
[01:02.20] Breath abandons lung
[01:06.50] The waves still push and pull
[01:10.56] Still, you haven't changed anything
[01:16.03] The tired lines of us
[01:20.76] With ashen foreheads
[01:25.02] Remember you are dust
[01:28.85] And to dust you shall return
[01:36.39]
[01:40.05] Some cosmic satirist
[01:44.58] With space as page and stars as ink
[01:50.07] Kills off your character
[01:53.46] Still the inspiration drips
[01:59.47] Sit in a circle
[02:04.86] Naked and eager
[02:09.62] We all take turns pretending
[02:13.91] We say anything important
[02:19.55] Learn to tell the difference
[02:23.45] Between white noise and applause
[02:28.98] A universal eye roll
[02:33.16] And how we all tire of
[02:38.29] My masquerading
[02:43.12] As an artist
[02:47.38] The sun cares not for art
[02:51.23] It will rise and fall regardless
[02:57.08] There is no message of the profound
[03:01.55] In any top from which I spout
[03:05.43] A jargon-cum-monument built with self in mind
[03:09.87] Mosaic of erections rise in perfect sync with jurisdiction
[03:18.17] Or lack thereof, the influence
[03:22.35] A serpent swallowing its tail
[03:26.56] An endless loop
[03:29.16] There is no old, young, in between
[03:32.45] Just flesh in constant state of change
[03:36.86] There is no reason for this song
[03:40.72] The impetus is blossomed on
[03:45.19] Instinct's pink, electric soil
[03:49.33] History is luxury
[03:53.15] A serpent swallowing its tail
[03:57.44] An endless loop
[04:02.28]
[05:19.28] After blank years of eyes shut, stumbling
[05:23.04] There's one thing I've come to understand
[05:27.42] How bought and sold you are
[05:30.24] How bought and sold I am
[05:33.80] And adult geometry
[05:37.78] The self strung flaccid between two states suspended
[05:43.87] Each limb tied onto a different horse
[05:48.02] That which once showed me its bed
[05:51.23] Now shows me the door
[05:55.32] Foul jest in passing
[05:58.61] So stop me if you've heard this one
[06:01.59] "My thoughts on faux expression
[06:04.91] For lack of a more eloquent term
[06:08.73] The capital speaks now
[06:12.17] In faked orgasm smirk"
[06:15.75] Save applause for the end
[06:19.42] A circle has none
[06:22.72]