Sing for me, cause you don't have a chance.
All your little words and war stories advance.
Sell your skin, elements on trial,
Deliver your unconscious state of mind.

All my silent superstitions wrap around you like the coast.
If I'm wide awake then why do I feel your ghost?

Oh the bitter sea of Brooklyn left me bare,
still your heart it never conquered me like that.
And the more my body tells me I'm entranced,
the deeper in your quicksand I'll descend.

Talk to me, only with your eyes.
Every bottled up decision intertwined.
Colors change faster than you can.
Still you bother to dilute the task at hand.

All my silent superstitions wrap around you like the coast,
If I'm wide awake then why do I feel your ghost?

Oh the bitter sea of Brooklyn left me bare,
still your heart it never conquered me like that.
And the more my body tells me I'm entranced,
the deeper in your quicksand I'll descend.

All my enemies are thoughts I never left,
and the sickness that I've felt is only surface.
All the armor that I buried in my breath

I’ve spent it all.

Oh the bitter sea of Brooklyn left me bare,
still your heart it never conquered me like that.
And the more my body tells me I'm entranced,
the deeper in your quicksand I'll descend.

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