Pickles

By Foyer Red

Released on July 26, 2022

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[Verse 1]

Try to let the air out slowly

It’s been sitting here since the last time you felt lonely

It’s nobody’s problem

Try to keep my glands from sweating

Fever overtakes everything within these four brick walls

But there’s no one to solve it

Try to keep my composition

Soot and sawdust coat my airway just the same as yesterday

I’m part of the problem

It’s callused territory, this system’s temporarily

Deprived of logic

Your air is toxic to breathe


[Chorus 1]

Thwarted, walloped

(High pitched hissing in between the sputtеrs)

Sullen, sour

(Lean back to touch and i shudder)

Still I lingеr

Watching cracks run down the walls


[Post-Chorus]

Every night my mouth is dry

Past the point of sacrifice


[Bridge]

Nothing in this world’s insurmountable

(Every morning I'm alright)

Who told you to hold all that pressure in your bones

(A pickle wants a bite)


[Verse 2]

Try to let it all come easy

You can see right through the concrete but you won’t see me

You’re part of the problem

The paint is peeling off the ceiling

It’s been raining down like summer’s only sigh of relief

But I like the feeling


[Chorus 2]

Torpid, standstill

What grew, shriveled

Pillars of sand

Are no match for tempered winds

Huffing, slow burn

(Facing the north side)

Building friction

(You don’t get enough light)

Save what you can

Watch the walls as they give


[Outro]

Nothing in this world’s insurmountable

You don’t have to hold up that pressure on your own

The fire has been stoked, there is no reproach

What’s left will be rubble

Don’t you think it might be time to go?