LYRIC

Open the wound, sunken eyelids,
My favorite pastime is crawling into you through your iris,
I could make you like god if you wanted,
It could've happened to you,
If everything you love wasn't lost,
But you open your mouth,
A crying aching wound.

Waste your life crying aching eyes,
Only after you die alone,
Until now you said you won't,
"I found god in a vacuum."

It doesn't really pass in rhythm,
It doesn't really ask for what you lost,
It doesn't really pass in rhythm.

An old, vapid, summer air, passing through your lungs.
A fucked head and holy war,
Are you still in the ground or something?
Au revoir, it's all I can tell you,
All of life is a path to the morgue.

Waste your life crying aching eyes,
Only after you die alone,
Until now you said you won't,
"I found god in a vacuum."
Credits
Released June 20, 2018
All sounds written and performed by Max Berry

Recorded by J Shriver
Mixed and Mastered by Kyle Maccaughtry
License
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