lyrics
Suspended in frozen air,
And up on a gaslift chair,
Depressure and with the seasons,
Ballast amasses.
I wanted to remain weightless,
To baffle the doorway sensors,
I wanna defy existence
As a whole, as a hole.
And up on a maiden flight,
You'll never get home tonight.
Deflowered by realism,
This gravity brings you.
I want it to remain weightless,
To capitalise on faintness,
I wanna defy the systems,
And verify nihilism, yeah. Don't you want it to remain weightless?
To battle the dullard senses,
I wanna defy existence
As a whole, as a hole.
They'll make a man out of you yet.
They'll make a man out of you yet.
Don't sweat, don't fret,
They'll make a man out of you yet.
A man out of you yet.
They'll make a man out of you yet.
They'll make a man out of you yet.
So don't sweat, don't fret,
They'll make a man out of you yet.
A man out of you yet.
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Ribcage,
released April 24, 2018
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