Momming by King of Heck Lyrics
Define finite glancing
Refine all time passing by
Before 9-5 traffic
C-4 tragic ending at the front of a bus
Rust-like
Building sides
What waste am I?
What space is mine?
Erase my spine
Dust might fill my void
But that shape is fine
Don't check your bags
We've got two nights worth of sand in this one
Four wheel trash can, trash can
Go outside into the night to greet
The lunar casted shadows on your hand
Recall a time when you had friends
And take them with you in your mind
But you'll never see them again
And then I threw myself awake
From this haze it feels funny having dreams again
How long have I been down here in the pit?
Feels like now I can finally trust myself
Feels like now I can die. In my bed, I'll be intertwined
Blanket wrapped and moonlit, without contact, or sleeping
And thinking of nothing, to feel life flowing through me
Like a river between it's banks and outside a great silence
Like a God who is sleeping
A God who is keeping me helplessly still
Refine all time passing by
Before 9-5 traffic
C-4 tragic ending at the front of a bus
Rust-like
Building sides
What waste am I?
What space is mine?
Erase my spine
Dust might fill my void
But that shape is fine
Don't check your bags
We've got two nights worth of sand in this one
Four wheel trash can, trash can
Go outside into the night to greet
The lunar casted shadows on your hand
Recall a time when you had friends
And take them with you in your mind
But you'll never see them again
And then I threw myself awake
From this haze it feels funny having dreams again
How long have I been down here in the pit?
Feels like now I can finally trust myself
Feels like now I can die. In my bed, I'll be intertwined
Blanket wrapped and moonlit, without contact, or sleeping
And thinking of nothing, to feel life flowing through me
Like a river between it's banks and outside a great silence
Like a God who is sleeping
A God who is keeping me helplessly still