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• Artiste: Emma Ruth Rundle
• Titre: Fever Dreams
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Fear, a feeling, is it real? So nostalgic too, it just puts the dark on you Another sand down, the hands of oil are peeling And from the sun, restraint to just throw the shade on you Another cell now is a chance to, is attempt to, and is trying to recall But you’re never going to touch me And if I ever manage to get out, it’s all this waking life...just drags me down A life spent uneasy, in pieces, always in pieces here A life rent completely, release me away from fever dreams Fear, a friend, without context it’s reeling...you’re never going to pay enough to do right The veil is a thread and now it’s raising like the tension of a string that just plays the note high And if I ever really make it out it’s all this waking world that drags me down A life spent uneasy, in pieces, always in pieces here A life left, release me away from fever dreams You're sleeping in the glass room, in the glass house is a memory now...is a memory to me Don’t you know this shift's real? You move to lay your body down, the hands of oil are like some small machines Never knowing how to feel, pushing air inside your tired mind and sleeping it Trapped in fever dreams A life spent uneasy, in pieces, always in pieces here A life rent out completely, release me away from fever dreams