Wow the grove is hotter than an ocean's oven
When the rays of light do boil
Find this place this feeler is too difficult to turn
All over in the white, so fine
It cleft my palate
Palette knives split the knees of trees
Wow the grove is hotter than an ocean’s oven
when the rays of light do boil
Find this place this feeler is too difficult to turn
All over in the white so fine
It cleft my palate
Palette knives split the knees of trees
Like a beach where born than any cruel
Salt water poisons the roots
And the trees are too old
To grow anymore
that's as far as they’ll go
Really all they want to do is lay down
And sleep, forget about their dreams
Wow i do anymore i live around if my
the sky - they ground
I trying to put my fingers body it's loose
too fast to pause
Stalling expectation
Breaks the heart’s inclination
Worlds spilling itself up to the ground
The worlds and unwоrlds we break
For the spinning dials never to decay
Wow the roots are red inside
in the ground
Excommunicate our fathers
We walk hesitantly towards the grave
And die wondering what's been saved
Behave the faceless аnd embrace
The race is on
radiage
oh well
We want more.
