lyrics
White noise, black dots, lost cause, pick your spots.
Pissing contest, guilty conscience.
Center stage, title page.
(Stripped you bare, run you raw)
The thread is weak, holding your pack.
The thread is taught, strung straight across your back.
Can't weigh down what's lighter than the weight.
Without a broken mold, no spot to relate.
Turned the track, spun straight off course
Flush you out, lost, no remorse.
You had no remorse
Oil burns poured into the pool, you're a fool.
White noise, black dots.
Break you down, open sore, doesn't matter anymore.
Hollow shell, can't relate, paradox to set you straight.
Straight below, watch you fall, the shortest rat standing tall.
Can't conceive, close the deal, pulling back, numb to feel.
credits
from
Sorry For Your Loss,
released April 20, 2018
Recorded & Mixed by Jason Bourdeau at drift-productions
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side
license
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