9GOATS BLACK OUT – dye an unease

I can’t see your response, distance depends on the merry-go-round
I’ll live on a meteor, the impossible contradiction is my ideal
As much as I layer the coatings on misplaced colours
I’m pulling in loneliness that wasn’t in the original painting

Why not trust in reason. who is the killed?
“Calling you”
Why not trust in reason. who is the killed?
“Calling you”
please don’t say to me goodbye at tonight.

“Stepping up, onto thin ice. Inhale sounds. Roots are floating.”

I don’t need an answer anymore, the sound of cicacas stamps down deep red
A furnace packed with garden stones doesn’t produce ash
The weakness carried in words, a bird that lost its place to go
Though you show it the cage’s exit, it won’t turn to look

Why not trust in reason. who is the killed?
“Calling you”
Why not trust in reason. who is the killed?
“Calling you”
please don’t say to me goodbye at tonight.

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