MY CHEST

Been lost burn the atlas Thick fog mental magic Sick gods watch me while i sleep Death calls kiss the captain Dark qualms pick the cabbage Stand stall tell me what do you see The weather's kind of choppy out there The rules are getting sloppy out there They'll treat you as a copy out there Never say i'm sorry out there My chest beaks open, at the sight My chest breaks open, at the sound My chest breaks open, at the sight My chest breaks open, at the sound What shape is your table How many capes have you draped upon the back of all these lazy boy chairs I'm aware I'm unstable Yet still I water the flowers and fill the lungs of cowards whose shadows fill the air Have you tantalized your trauma Romanticized your pain Have you thought of changing names just to taste a different color cre you still blaming others for the day you washed away In a sea of smothering shame Projectiles from the hovercraft Bad genes from the motherboard No one sees the resemblance But you run from every mirror Because there's blood in your reflection Take a moment just one second You've been chosen from the wreckage Shiny wounds from ancient weapons Let them bloom your rage is precious The weather's kind of choppy out there The rules are getting sloppy out there They'll treat you as a copy out there Never say i'm sorry out there