Wits in the making

Another emotion

Swear there's no mouth, I know you've see them

Sharks attach across your bowels

Unconscious pilot, you will defeat them

Smoke on your rapture, but you're alright now

You win

Within a closed system

Within a closed system...

Oh... we swirl...

You can't win

You can't win in sidemore

You can't deal with my pain with this snow

Wits in the making

Another emotion

I lend you the science, I know you feed them

Taught you too hard, you can't turn back now

Lost in the faces of yourself and your loved ones

Tears your mind apart, denied your life suited you well

Within a closed system

Within a closed system...

Oh... we swirl...

And you can write all over the block

And you can raise the boots 'till the bones are shown

Right there that's where they called me a monster

It's the hatenaughts of melancholy wall

And they blend it out with a soul

And they can blend and they won't know

It just depends on the feel that is all

And they can count the little one who feel like a soul

And you can write all over the block

And you can raise the boots 'till the bones are shown

Right there that's where they called me a monster

It's the hatenaughts of melancholy wall