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• Artiste: Pridelands
• Titre: The Walls
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Wish I could make sense of the patterns Interwoven in-between us We stab and twist and bark and bicker Consider equals beneath us The walls stretch so high up over me With every fleeting step I take Beneath me, the foundations begin to shake The walls are starting to torture me With no footing to make and nothing to grip As I wither away We can shed this frame Feel our bodies consumed By the light of the Moon Is it over? Is it ovеr? If we are Impermanеnt Where’s the risk in starting again? Go, ascend Along the line of those who came before you Watch the light bend Let the shackles of doubt be shattered now Make it stop Wish I could remember desire Reacquaint myself with reason Watching my ignorance and bliss elope; Gone like the change of a season The walls are inciting a change in me There is a stench, a disease Whenever I try to breathe through my frail decay We can shed this frame Feel our bodies consumed By the light of the Moon Is it over? Is it over? If we are Impermanent Where’s the risk in starting again? Wish I could make sense of the patterns Interwoven into this mess We stab and twist and bark and bicker Like we’re all under duress The walls are starting to torture me With no footing to make and nothing to grip as I Wither away The walls are inciting a change in me Feel our bodies consumed By the light of the moon Is it over? Is it over?