Dead Wallets

By Sinthesis

On Movement 4:6

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[Verse 1: Sinthesis]

Reaching down, reaching out, now in touch, out of bounds

Bodies on the grass, paying homage to the past

Massive allergies...To social functionality

My antipodeans (?) and hints of interacting impotence

And innocence...Guilty of a conscious common sense

Listen and a take a taste of your prize, a proper proprieter

Picking at a piece of the prize at a rising price

Holy implication, enough to make the sickness ensue

The thought of suicide would make these faces cry in denial

The vile apathy, smile happy camper you

Knew that the brace was just working gloomy afternoon

Overcast addicts asking for abrasive broom

Lock loaded, livid living isn't as impressive

As an interest, in the cynic sadist sinister divine

Leaving behind flowers on forgotten landmines

Like sand through the hourglasses of time


[Pre-Hook]

Sewing the grace in the skies, as well as the hate in the eyes

Breaking the legs if they're racing to pride, it was I, I, I

In disguise I sign a sniffle, globed and open

Riddle me this, if we've been easy to find there's a twist

And I'm lovin' and rubbin' 'em out on death

Betting up on my broken chips

The feet relieve the ground, the head resembles clouds


[Hook]

Deep inside you can hear them lie to you

Say goodbye to the lie you never knew

Deep inside there's a lie that you can't hide

Clutchin' dead wallets...Say goodbye


[Verse 2: Ecid]

Bathing in a naked sky, ducktaped to my inner eye

Surrounded by shiny black suits, base chides, and flags raised high

W-w-why was there something inside the disguise?

A motive, undetected I venture expressions instead of wise guys

I'd follow the sun if my clouds weren't so stubborn

Instead I crawl to the couch and embrace my lovely rugburns

I believe I'm convenient, and for whatever reason I'm leaving

My favourite reason of breathing to trees reason to breathing

The fumes of these humans, ten miles behind my latest witchery unit

Feeding poison scapes and I'll see you in

Whatever the hell you want to fucking call it

I stole a dead man's wallet and moved to small town Indiana

Where everyone's a fan of meth and mesh bandanas

So it's probably best I don't get friendly with locals

Which is just fine to me, cause now I have more time

To sculpt my Jim Morrison belly

And be nothing more than a memory, 'til everyone forgets me


[Hook]

Deep inside you can hear them lie to you

Say goodbye to the lie you never knew

Deep inside there's a lie that you can't hide

Clutchin' dead wallets...Say goodbye

Deep inside you can hear them lie to you

Say goodbye to the lie you never knew

Deep inside there's a truth that you can't hide

Clutchin' dead wallets...Say goodbye


[Verse 3: Eyedea]

I've robbed myself of the ability to see the mountain by focusing on the mole hill you made and telling you all about it

Now you tip-toe around, careful not to awaken the problem

As long as it's asleep you call it solved; all flaws forgotten...

Step within a mile, you can smell the self-loathe

Death of an only sundial

Made touching hell helpful, meltdown

Burn up, side to side, ache

Lovers know each other, how'd it feel when you imagined my face?

I hurt, strangled by the money dirty bloody taste

You hurt, but we live to fight and fuck another day

Shut your eyes butterfly and trust the skies

I had enough of my shit too, your flight plan is justified

I'm not sure I feel as awful as I act

But Romeo never got his way by faking a laugh

I'm making this puzzle one war at a time

Yours truly, my only and beloved falsely mine