timeloop

By Keyes Andromeda

Released on April 2, 2024

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[Verse: Mai]

I've fallen underground, but I don't remember

"How did it feel?"

It feels like life has stripped my control from the wheel

Every word you craft to hurt gashes my skin, feels so real

Being left makes me collapse to the floor in a kneel


[Chorus: Mai]

The clock strikes ten

I'm thinking of every little thing over again

My brain pushes forth every horrid thought

As much as it can spend

I'm sick of being left behind in the end

The clock strikes ten

I'm thinking of every little thing over again

My brain pushes forth every horrid thought

As much as it can spend

I'm sick of being left behind in the end


[Verse: Mai]

Climbed your cruel spire, dropped eight levels to the ground

Your tasks sisyphean

You watch me fail as my vision clouds

"I'd be ashamed to stain my clothes"

"With the space you'd waste in my arms"

None remains as I depart


[Verse: Mai]

Can you just say you want me dead already? It's not that hard

It's not like you're beyond saying things that leave a mark

How fucking sad do you have to be to throw your dart

To triple sixty someone who's covered in scars?


[Chorus: Mai]

The clock strikes ten

I'm thinking of every little thing over again

My brain pushes forth every horrid thought

As much as it can spend

I'm sick of being left behind in the end

The clock strikes ten

I'm thinking of every little thing over again

My brain pushes forth every horrid thought

As much as it can spend

I'm scared of being (What do you mean you don't have pronouns?)

Left behind in the end (Everyone has pronouns, dipshit)


[Verse: Mai]

(It came free with your fucking language, language, language)

Has Cupid's bow ever affected me?

Maybe once, but a dozen have come up to me

Maybe that's why I took up archery

To take control away from those who shot to taunt me


[Chorus: Mai]

The clock strikes ten

I'm thinking of every little thing over again

My brain pushes forth every horrid thought

As much as it can spend

I'm sick of being left behind in the end