Dodecagon by Tacoma Washington Weekday Club Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Nothing sacred ever changes
Sucker sweetness bliss
Trace the outline, fill the blanks in
A countdown on our wrists
[Chorus 1]
He carried dewy wrappings
In darkness acidic and arachnid
Lacerated by memory
Marching cutlery
[Verse 2]
Shoot the lights out, kill the carrier
An endless lifeform built from infinity
Tracing our outlines
[Bridge]
Grasped by sand, staying straight
Retaining the trail, for from back where they came
Moon, sun, money on the midsummer train-tracks
[Refrain]
Does she want me to roll the words around in my mouth like a curse, and release it in a shower of spittle into her face?
How are you still?
Nothing sacred ever changes
Sucker sweetness bliss
Trace the outline, fill the blanks in
A countdown on our wrists
[Chorus 1]
He carried dewy wrappings
In darkness acidic and arachnid
Lacerated by memory
Marching cutlery
[Verse 2]
Shoot the lights out, kill the carrier
An endless lifeform built from infinity
Tracing our outlines
[Bridge]
Grasped by sand, staying straight
Retaining the trail, for from back where they came
Moon, sun, money on the midsummer train-tracks
[Refrain]
Does she want me to roll the words around in my mouth like a curse, and release it in a shower of spittle into her face?
How are you still?