don't wanna sit here flinch and wait
till the day has switched it's blade
guess he's been talking on his phone
convincing fish to swim back home
if hands spread words they just can't grab
to bring back home nothing but crap
our crappy children fall for holes
where giants step right onto their very souls
please, mr. landslide take my hand
and pull me out of this fucking sand
we all need woods to dive into
and perfect slumber for me and you
what a perfect luxury this is
how come we're waiting for a fix
while chapels wake up every sound
and happy couples all around
fuck your walls, I'm coming down
black out that overrated sound
where's your shore? I can't see the ground
there ain't no planets for this sinking town
Bodi Bill
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