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lay hands to the sky
i say fuck the plan
Mild descent to west desires, mild descent to west desires, i m burning through these dye lines
Why would i want to do that, why would i want to do that
you tell me to admit that i m losing control
I m saving my soul, rapt ascent with a baptist choir
Tell me this works, i say fuck the man
I say fuck the plan, i ll never get old Machine, i m saving my soul
I m burning through these dye lines, you tell me to admit that i m losing control
A mind in reverse, i m running in these flashlights, mildew on the rind
Projecting highs, i m running in these flashlights OxenFree, i m saving my soul
I ll never get old, you define me by worth
Rote machine lifts my feet again, vogue repeats shift upon the lens, lay hands to the sky
They trip on the line they re going to work, vogue repeats shift upon the lens
i m saving my soul
I say fuck the man, you define me by worth
projecting highs
I say fuck the man, i m running in these flashlights
A mind in reverse, i ll never get old OxenFree, they trip on the line they re going to work
I say fuck the plan, i say fuck the man, i m saving my soul
Mildew on the rind, why would i want to do that
why would i want to do that
Mildew on the rind, tell me this works, i say fuck the man
I say fuck the man, you define me by worth, i ll never get old
is it a revolution if all i m making is holes
Tell me this works, a mind in reverse OxenFree, i m burning through these dye lines
Is it a revolution if all i m making is holes, i m saving my soul
Mild descent to west desires, mildew on the rind
They trip on the line they re going to work, tell me this works
I say fuck the man, you tell me to admit that i m losing control
Vogue repeats shift upon the lens, i m saving my soul Machine, why would i want to do that
Mild descent to west desires, lay hands to the sky
I say fuck the plan, i ll never get old, projecting highs
Projecting highs, lay hands to the sky, i say fuck the man
Mildew on the rind, i m running in these flashlights
I m burning through these dye lines, you tell me to admit that i m losing control
I say fuck the man, you define me by worth
I say fuck the man, i m saving my soul, projecting highs
A mind in reverse, they trip on the line they re going to work
they trip on the line they re going to work
Vogue repeats shift upon the lens, you tell me to admit that i m losing control
Mild descent to west desires, rote machine lifts my feet again, i ll never get old
i m burning through these dye lines
Rote machine lifts my feet again, i m running in these flashlights, i ll never get old
Mild descent to west desires, mildew on the rind
i ll never get old
I m running in these flashlights, i m saving my soul, vogue repeats shift upon the lens
I ll never get old, mild descent to west desires
rote machine lifts my feet again
Lay hands to the sky, tell me this works
i ll never get old
I say fuck the plan, i say fuck the man
I ll never get old, mildew on the rind
Projecting highs, mildew on the rind, projecting highs
Projecting highs, i m burning through these dye lines