歌词
Suit yourself! It's open plan, problem found, you feel yourself falling, a torrid night, in battery light, the fruit and flies, trouble comes calling, swipe routine, loading screen, try to feel something rewarding, but cost, inflation, time or wages? A loss in waiting? It's south to the brink! I didn't want to make a fuss, but peace of mind comes with talking, a button you'd not planned to push, a rudderless ship is sunk or wandering. Sara septic! Non-synthetic, you tell your friend then you tell your boss, post traumatic, once infatic, amounts to this, and it comes to what? Goodbye i'm gone. Please the world in irrelevant circles, a picto loss, the foot of the precipice, so lay your heart on another flat surface, so long, surely? Home's in the next place. You pushed the button now and i can't help but think it's a kind of murder.
Written by: Rhys Edwards
