Doom

Soft line, fade this shortening braid of poor wound fates

Hold young face it blurs and sways, still never age

Violent screen, petty, demur, as it rolled through the morning

All eyes feather downward

Anxious, weaned, off of the box, just said it's not your thing

All minds slurring inward

Word has settled away from need

Cardboard meal, beautiful face, and stocks on a good deal

All rise spiral end thing

Orange walled thrills, you know that we're safe, no need for the warnings

A line slowly bending

All I wish I could track a way it feels

I said I never wished I could track a way it feels

I said I never wished I could track a way it feels

Ware tree, accede to your sport, and head of a pure green

Alive crown of some creed

Rolled free, lower the neck, and swing to the flooring

All eyes feather outward

Culled back thin, it feels like it tastes, the big mistake, yeah, the big mistake

Said I saw that outline, cut that line, and baby-banned thoughts get you high some nights, you're live

Alive

It’s funny how I need you, damn

It’s funny how I need you, damn

It’s perfect when I leave you, damn

It’s perfect when I leave you, damn

It's funny how I need you, damn

It's perfect when I leave you, damn

They'll find me in that lake soon, damn

Few minutes and then born new, damn