Echoed Descent
2024-04-10
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Lyrics
Im stuck in a well, aw well, ring the bell on my life, the strife is fickle, im stuck with a nickel through my skull, like a bull in a glass paine, im in pain of moving left, shelf the fission, my vision is so clear, bomb the sun, get my gun, run, its not fun no more, surely i got the moon in my hands, not just another echoed time roller, i hate this wild woe, it in my zone though, i feel as though i can get this done, a hot cross bun would satiate my soul, get my Icarus on the line, im in the mood to whine about the rain. This brine of mine is dripping into my brain, grains of sand in my toes, i cant stop staring at the sea, my grin is made of tin, keep it steady, lets get this train of thought of a cliff already.
