Heavy Feather

(アルバム： Fake Names - 2020)

Feel myself running, always running
A nervous energy that won't stop
Heavy as, heavy as a feather
Light us up with just a simple touch
My mind is so filled up
With distractions and dead mens tale
My mind is so filled up
This constant static is sending me to hell

I want a clean slate
I owe it to myself
I want a clean slate
I owe it to myself to be able to start again

My head is spinning, always spinning
Got the fever inside you see
Language and ripe with your tradition
Prevents me from roaming free
My mind is far from blank
Constructed into a fucking mess
My mind is far from blank
A useless insight I must confess

I want a clean slate
I owe it to myself
I want a clean slate
I owe it to myself to be able to start again, damn!

I want a clean slate
I owe it to myself
I want a clean slate
I owe it to myself
I want a clean slate
I owe it to myself
I want a clean slate
I owe it to myself to be able to start again