Blowing people's minds,
Thats what magic does.
So lean your head on mine
Our skulls get sore.
The concrete scenes like play-doh now.
You see the chance that there is more.
That 90 degrees maybe 45
Or 182 point alive Crawling to people's house
That's what revealings do.
Turn visions into facts
And rant them through.
Your throat, your lungs, your guts, your loss,
Pretty lips against the other dress
Your throat, your lungs, your guts, your loss,
Pretty lips against the other dress
Blowing people's minds,
That's what people do.
Hear your heartbeat grinds
It just into tune
The Concrete scenes like play-doh now.
You see the chance that there is more.
Writer(s): Florian Sievers
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