Seven by The Oxford Coma Lyrics

Can't accept or turn around today
But all these things seem to fear
Can't make sense or get around
I'll stay
The common test groans beneath me
Wait, calm, controlled, and fake

But the feeling I'm after today would just never fit you
All these seven rolled up and burning away
But the feeling I'm after today
Eviction of virtue
All these seven rolled up and burning away
In
Alone
Sense the easier way
Faith or no
It can't wait

Can't incite or stir what's right
One way?
Never best, never feel you
Can't make sense or fathom how someday
Better things come to meet you
Wait, calm, controlled, and fake

But the feeling I'm after today would just never fit you
All these seven rolled up and burning away
But the feeling I'm after today
Eviction of virtue
All these seven rolled up and burning away
In
Alone
Sense the easier way
Faith or no
It can't wait

But the feeling I'm after today would just never fit you
All these seven rolled up and burning away
But the feeling I'm after today
Eviction of virtue
All these seven rolled up and burning away
In
Alone
Sense the easier way
Faith or no
It can't wait