(Lyrics) [WindNBreeze] WindNBreeze, the god of bliss Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind Standing by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks My phenotype type is no longer bioluminous And I must buy luminous Objective to soak myself and objects into fluids If nothing really happens, it was something I was trapped in Nothing really happens when you hold onto the wind Standing by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks My phenotype type is no longer bioluminous And I must buy luminous Objective to soak myself and objects into fluids If nothing really happens, it was something I was trapped in... I browse at palms before palms cover eyebrows And get in tune with the echo-like high sounds created by my forearms Yo, I've got four arms, and a boat attaches to stomach And I plummet into tumultuous dizziness, soon to be dysrhythmia Falling into a quick nostalgia, water bowelers from a shallow murmur Bo, wind-up figurine, big trollers and Victorian addicts I never settle for sleep, I just vindicate kettles for tea Some of em like Carmen and cinnamon But are like sipping the sediments and residue After taking apart synonyms In the dark is where you're living in And it starts with the listener, the message is that the [logs] be delivered on a whim Eyes fixed, I watched you hollow him and follow him And the Mignonette Circles through atmospheric friction [trebling] You're obligated to take this oblique twist to test if you're smart enough for oblivion Considering lost ...
Tags: Atoms, Family, Nuthin, Really, Happens, Piano, Mix, The, Prequel, windnbreeze, Hangar, 18
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