Wires fan before you They draw you In deep troughs and sharp peaks of green Each cough rips through you It wounds you And flatlines cry wolf on the screen
If I could change The shapes of the waves They'd all be a perfect 4/4 If I could exchange The sky for this cage You'd walk with me straight out the door You'd walk with me straight
Needles slip in you, they pin you To whimpering, limping machines Night air surrounds you It drowns you In billows and pillows and sheets
If I could change The shapes of the waves They'd all be a perfect 4/4 If I could exchange The sky for this cage You'd walk with me straight out the door You'd walk with me straight
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