Honorary Title Properly Balanced
Small bolts of blood shoot across
the circumference, of his, of his eyes
it smelled of fish piss puke and garbage
sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise
it's getting old now
it's getting old now
it's getting old
don't call me when you're moods
I'm properly balanced
cuz i was there now for the worst part of this
Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk
holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by
his breath now breathes unfullfilment
which for a moment he just pushes aside
it's getting old now
it's getting old now
it's getting old
instincts read the buckling seams and stitches over the
wealth of, the healthy and the uninterested
don't call me when you're moods
I'm properly balanced
cuz i was there now for the worst part of this
don't call me when you're moods
I'm properly balanced
cuz i was there now for the worst part of this
I twitch and cling to these, these images that i
foreseen i jump at any noise that the night, the night
will bring
I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear I don't wanna
hear it anymore (x2)
Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk
holding his breath as it all passes by (x2)
I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear I don't wanna
hear it anymore (x2)
