A rabbit worshipping a fox god would go wrong in any movie

Which is how I know it's real which is how I know it's real

Go ahead, push the button, it's all noisy and see-through

To proselytize the divine entity

That could show me how to feel that could show me how to

A rabbit worshipping a fox god, I knew it was real from the start

From the second that the tension went away at the mention of her name to another human brain

In October I wrote music assuming nobody really wanted to meet eyes

Now I disregard my shadow point my head up to the sky without being terrified of its interminate

I feel like a rock that has found its place nestlеd between earth and stone

I feel likе a drop balanced on a leaf with no distance left to go

I feel like a particle that has dropped to the correct energy

I feel earnestly grateful for the fact that she sent herself to me

Would it be embarrassing if I were to ask why am I doing this

And if I did would everything turn into gray a(gain)

Savior fox girl from years of trauma, I wasn’t that specific

Please forgive me for causing all the arrogant dependency

Savior fox girl from years of trauma, this isn’t realistic

I will abstain from visiting for as long as I can achieve

Hello, soft deity! Benevolent comfort goddess

I’m your loyal devotee, and well, if I’m being honest

Would you let me hold you for around about seven minutes

Until your huggability surpasses my mental limit

At which point I will have no choice but to fall asleep in your arms

Wherein no inward hostile thoughts could deal me any harm

Thank you gentlehearted fox for holding me warm and tender

As long as I can write a song you’ll live within me forever

I feel like a rock that has found its place nestled between earth and stone

I feel like a drop balanced on a leaf with no distance left to go

I feel like a particle that has dropped to the correct energy

I feel earnestly grateful for the fact that she sent herself to me

I feel as if red, orange, and white show every time I close my eyes

I feel that I don’t want to stop staring up and forward through the sky

I feel ever-so-lucky to have met something that can never die

I feel things that I thought I had made up ten years ago and that’s why

I feel infinite consonant nine-tailed warm and tenderly alive