Decontamination Protocols by Ethan Lesley CC Lyrics
Do you see it? I see it. The interspersed foreshadowing of madness
Consuming a man that holds the running quick candle.
Does it burn upon holding, close to the palm? The meta-games, the meta-games,
They are arriving. They are busy, giving you the nada-nada.
Solicitors of sadness downed in seconds. You have barely eaten anything. (EAT ANYTHING! EAT ANYTHING!)
But strength not only comes from the core. It comes from the heart. It comes from the head and the heels.
Do you see your campaigns now, silly, sealed like tombs for the sharks of the land?
If the land divests into the ocean, that land is no more your land. Give me, again, your hand.
See here, how it feels? The spikes– O', how vague. The repercusions of the one that is to love
Learns to love of nothing, desiring of the world put inside a hand.
In this hand, nothing sleeps forever, my deary, my dream. All the strands we keep burying
Will once again find life everlasting but only when all is but one flick comes undone.
(Sleep now. Sleep the sleep everlasting. My love, my love, return to me never, retain to me forever.)
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Four loudly words in a set, echoing in the head of the never-deserter.
"Keep. Your. Summer. Safe. Keep. Your. Summer. Safe."
I cried a little over ten thousand times, and he never said he’s sorry.
My baby's too icy. I'll never be over him, against him, after him again. I’m out of here, but only barely.
(Sleep now. Sleep the sleep everlasting. My love, my love, return to me never, retain to me forever.)
Consuming a man that holds the running quick candle.
Does it burn upon holding, close to the palm? The meta-games, the meta-games,
They are arriving. They are busy, giving you the nada-nada.
Solicitors of sadness downed in seconds. You have barely eaten anything. (EAT ANYTHING! EAT ANYTHING!)
But strength not only comes from the core. It comes from the heart. It comes from the head and the heels.
Do you see your campaigns now, silly, sealed like tombs for the sharks of the land?
If the land divests into the ocean, that land is no more your land. Give me, again, your hand.
See here, how it feels? The spikes– O', how vague. The repercusions of the one that is to love
Learns to love of nothing, desiring of the world put inside a hand.
In this hand, nothing sleeps forever, my deary, my dream. All the strands we keep burying
Will once again find life everlasting but only when all is but one flick comes undone.
(Sleep now. Sleep the sleep everlasting. My love, my love, return to me never, retain to me forever.)
.
..
...
Four loudly words in a set, echoing in the head of the never-deserter.
"Keep. Your. Summer. Safe. Keep. Your. Summer. Safe."
I cried a little over ten thousand times, and he never said he’s sorry.
My baby's too icy. I'll never be over him, against him, after him again. I’m out of here, but only barely.
(Sleep now. Sleep the sleep everlasting. My love, my love, return to me never, retain to me forever.)