Cold

  • 專輯:Eternal Sunshine 1/2
  • 發行:2021-01-25
  • 演唱:Seo actor+Dept
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Twisting through contorted limb
Sober now from distant whim
Batten down the hatches
The storm approaches, the thunder crashes
It cannot wait
It must be now
A shot's been fired across the bow
What presence here has been proclaimed?
What once was unspoken is finally named
So this is sinking, or so it seems
Diving fathoms in lucid dreams
With lungs now aching, begging for air
And only cold water answers
With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair
Ripped from the womb and left to the ocean's care
Cold water
So just sink, let go, slip into the depths
Let the pieces of a wasted life slip past the fingertips
Rejoice, exult, a fitting conclusion to a melancholy myth
A grave at sea, an absentee, whose presence won't be missed
Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed
Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead
Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro.
Assured by the light that there's one way to go
Death is callous, strange, and sudden
A pious, indignant glutton
Whose hands are soft, warm, and inviting


      • 專輯:Eternal Sunshine 1/2
      • 發行:2021-01-25
      • 演唱:Seo actor+Dept
      字型

      Twisting through contorted limb
      Sober now from distant whim
      Batten down the hatches
      The storm approaches, the thunder crashes
      It cannot wait
      It must be now
      A shot's been fired across the bow
      What presence here has been proclaimed?
      What once was unspoken is finally named
      So this is sinking, or so it seems
      Diving fathoms in lucid dreams
      With lungs now aching, begging for air
      And only cold water answers
      With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair
      Ripped from the womb and left to the ocean's care
      Cold water
      So just sink, let go, slip into the depths
      Let the pieces of a wasted life slip past the fingertips
      Rejoice, exult, a fitting conclusion to a melancholy myth
      A grave at sea, an absentee, whose presence won't be missed
      Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed
      Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead
      Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro.
      Assured by the light that there's one way to go
      Death is callous, strange, and sudden
      A pious, indignant glutton
      Whose hands are soft, warm, and inviting

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