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Phantom's Return

 

Phantom's Return

(album: ATARAXY II - 2021)


Kill me, take me out of my own misery
Baby, you know that you miss me
Baby, I know that you miss me
I don't want this to be simply
Put, but I miss you so dearly
I just want you to be with me
I just want you to be with me

Projecting my thoughts on the ceiling
I watched as the paint started peeling
It couldn't withstand all the weight, I'm afraid it's too late
Now the structures revealing
The stars beyond boards in the distance
I reach to the sky for assistance
But heaven is lightyears away and the sky's rather gray
So I think that I missed it
I sit and ponder 'bout whether
I'm able to predict the weather
'Cause if I am capable of it
My dearly beloved, we'd belong together
But that's only half of the story
I wish I could soak up the glory
But anxiety's got a grip on my shoulders
And shit, I don't know if I'm sorry

And they say you miss all of the shots that you don't ever take
So I've been photographing every moment spent while I'm awake
I'm a critic, my worst enemy, my hours decimate
I'm afraid of running out of time, it's hard to explicate
Expediting life expectancies, like how much can I take?
I set standards while I drown myself, compile all the weight
This discography's disgusting, I'm ashamed of all I make
But this sequel subsequently pieced together all the breaks
Breaking down inside my bedroom, nothing new upon my plate
Repetitious vicious cycles, I'll recycle all my hate
Channel every fucking ounce back towards myself, oh, what a waste
God, if I could only disappear without a single trace
It'd be bliss, I would not be missed
They pretend they like you, you disgusting piece of shit
Salvage all the cargo from this busted, rustic ship
So I can sail away upon whatever I equipped

Fatto

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