Manifest by The Gotobeds Lyrics

A fleeting thought

A small cross adorned the door
I pray for rain there's dust on the floor
Scared and starved but I'm overfed
Soft trains circle around your bed

Endless spinning, often there's not sex
I'm only starving, my mind is vexed

I've seen what happens when lives like ours cross
I've seen what happens when lives like ours cross
We manifest, we manifest
We manifest, we manifest