The Embogglement by Eden Dowlen Lyrics
I have never suffered always took care and had cover, ego act as a buffer, I guess it helped I never pretended to be another
I saw it when I was younger and now me and a hard surface must meet finally a part of me screams, it's been picking at every seam it's been something
Like 20 long years to reach this dream of no longer being pushed under, but I have never suffered always took care and had cover ego act as a buffer, I guess it helped I never pretended to be another
I saw it when I was younger and now me and a hard surface must meet finally a part of me screams, it's been picking at every seam it's been something
Like 20 long years to reach this dream
And I think the heat has finally left
My head and yet this is just another hope
Because I haven't even glimpsed the end of my rope
To begin, I place myself on many shelves
To keep a level head it seems to justify so well
Self-reliance my only honest hell
And even that is a gross over-exaggeration, well I don't have much left to guess, I guess just the Mark I have yet to sell, too good of a job done hiding every tell, lying very still, I wait for the lines to die down, so I can carefully approach the till, I can't know what my payment might be, and if its for them or for me, either i forsee, both I loyally follow as I have never suffered always took care and had cover
I saw it when I was younger and now me and a hard surface must meet finally a part of me screams, it's been picking at every seam it's been something
Like 20 long years to reach this dream of no longer being pushed under, but I have never suffered always took care and had cover ego act as a buffer, I guess it helped I never pretended to be another
I saw it when I was younger and now me and a hard surface must meet finally a part of me screams, it's been picking at every seam it's been something
Like 20 long years to reach this dream
And I think the heat has finally left
My head and yet this is just another hope
Because I haven't even glimpsed the end of my rope
To begin, I place myself on many shelves
To keep a level head it seems to justify so well
Self-reliance my only honest hell
And even that is a gross over-exaggeration, well I don't have much left to guess, I guess just the Mark I have yet to sell, too good of a job done hiding every tell, lying very still, I wait for the lines to die down, so I can carefully approach the till, I can't know what my payment might be, and if its for them or for me, either i forsee, both I loyally follow as I have never suffered always took care and had cover