In the retrospect of 31 years
There's not much left for reasoning here
And in the clearest of skies, I am the calmest of blues
We tear down great walls to build smaller houses
With bricks we've assembled without spouses, below the dust
We took the crush and reassembled daily temples
Pockets for rocks and minerals, bobby pins and pencils
Left some blind beside baby tooth and chapstick root
Baptist proof snake haven in the west cave-in
Limestone chips, the son of father's indecision
Leftist reason mentioned as the soul's religion
[Hook: Hemlock Ernst]
There's just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps
Force fed the death of reason
Helped him grow, even out of season
Outer's leavin' as the innards gleamin', whoa whoa
There's just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps
The artery is breaking function
Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
[Verse 2: Hemlock Ernst]
[?] that's just speaking me
Middle of the summer and I'm scared of being seen
Heat wave, half way from [?] street rave
Seat stained from bleak day
And we holler while the beat plays
Can't understand, it's like the teen brain
Trying to reason what the art is
And who's the artist
And where the heart is
Critics overthink the truth and pain
They want persona, but it's the construct of a weak game
And it folds harder and harder than it ever does
Now that one, bigger and brighter than it ever was
But a tricks on us, as the giant wipes his eyes of dust
Begins collecting rubble
Stumble softly, scratches face stubble
Grumbles something as the day humbles
And the sun settles shadows, build a house above
For other peoples troubles
And never asked for an ounce of love
[Hook: Hemlock Ernst]
There's just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps
Force fed the death of reason
Helped him grow, even out of season
Outer's leavin' as the innards gleamin', whoa whoa
There's just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps
The artery is breaking function
Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
[Outro: Hemlock Ernst]
I am the clearest of skies
I am the calmest of blues
[Verse 1: Hemlock Ernst] In the retrospect of 31 years There's not much left for reasoning here And in the clearest of skies, I am the calmest of blues We tear down great walls to build smaller houses With bricks we've assembled without spouses, below the dust We took the crush and reassembled daily temples Pockets for rocks and minerals, bobby pins and pencils Left some blind beside baby tooth and chapstick root Baptist proof snake haven in the west cave-in Limestone chips, the son of father's indecision Leftist reason mentioned as the soul's religion [Hook: Hemlock Ernst] There's just one more left Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps Force fed the death of reason Helped him grow, even out of season Outer's leavin' as the innards gleamin', whoa whoa There's just one more left Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps The artery is breaking function Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten [Verse 2: Hemlock Ernst] [?] that's just speaking me Middle of the summer and I'm scared of being seen Heat wave, half way from [?] street rave Seat stained from bleak day And we holler while the beat plays Can't understand, it's like the teen brain Trying to reason what the art is And who's the artist And where the heart is Critics overthink the truth and pain They want persona, but it's the construct of a weak game And it folds harder and harder than it ever does Now that one, bigger and brighter than it ever was But a tricks on us, as the giant wipes his eyes of dust Begins collecting rubble Stumble softly, scratches face stubble Grumbles something as the day humbles And the sun settles shadows, build a house above For other peoples troubles And never asked for an ounce of love [Hook: Hemlock Ernst] There's just one more left Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps Force fed the death of reason Helped him grow, even out of season Outer's leavin' as the innards gleamin', whoa whoa There's just one more left Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps The artery is breaking function Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten [Outro: Hemlock Ernst] I am the clearest of skies I am the calmest of blues Explain Request ×
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