Lyric Context Universe
will be more ascending
'cause i've made some revisions
since our sweet collision
will be more ascending
'cause i've made some revisions
since our sweet collision
and a cheap reward
i'm in my last revision
hey-hey-hey-hey
and a cheap reward
i'm in my last revision
hey-hey-hey-hey
slip of the tongue
there's no chance of revision
it's a done deal well it's a
slip of the tongue
there's no chance of revision
it's a done deal well it's a
and i'm rolling on
through endless revisions to state what i mean
for sweetness alone who flew out through the window
and i'm rolling on
through endless revisions to state what i mean
for sweetness alone who flew out through the window
See the vintage robot wearied
Then awakened by revision theories
Every famine virtual
See the vintage robot wearied
Then awakened by revision theories
Every famine virtual
This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm
This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm
i hate the big decisions
that cause endless revisions
in my mind
i hate the big decisions
that cause endless revisions
in my mind
undying light of such little surprise. i could swear i never saw it coming. and with a moments pause he slipped right in. when i was never there to begin with. god
please take me home. here's a pretty lie. here's a big surprise. here's a nasty taste. here's a dying faith. i can't breathe and i swear i'll never make this bed. i can't breathe and i swear we're better off dead. and i'm sick of redemption without revision. and i'm sick of your eyes. this isn't why you made her. this isn't why you made her.
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undying light of such little surprise. i could swear i never saw it coming. and with a moments pause he slipped right in. when i was never there to begin with. god
please take me home. here's a pretty lie. here's a big surprise. here's a nasty taste. here's a dying faith. i can't breathe and i swear i'll never make this bed. i can't breathe and i swear we're better off dead. and i'm sick of redemption without revision. and i'm sick of your eyes. this isn't why you made her. this isn't why you made her.
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