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A Lot Like Birds – No Nature Lyrics

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I say the devil runs this hole
And hides his subjects wisely.
We wont be waiting.
We wont be waiting.

Oh please. Give it up!
Dont use your spells on me. Give it up! Do your worst!
Disruption, the sance, a curse upon all of us.
An addiction to chaos? I can relate.
Kinda got the same damn problem myself.

Away from the furnace it feels like a vague supernatural strain.
Get closer baby! Its like the real flame!

How long can you hold in your breath for?
Long enough to fan out the fumes?
Who is it youre saving your best for?
And is he showing up soon?
To show you that all prayers fall on deaf ears.
Best to save the fresh air.

And hey, who can blame you for wishing? Give it up!
Hopes probably the last thing any of us can take from you. Stop!
But well get there eventually. We take everything.
Whyd you even come back in the first place? Turn! Back!
This isnt your home anymore. Its mine. Its ours. Leave.

My tangled knots are wound so tight they never untie.
My mangled tongues a mother birthing nothing but lies.
My prodigys in the dark with no need for eyes.

Hold on, watch your step when youre walking down.
Dont want to wake anyone.
Everything you lost watches closely.
Dont go far from the stairs.
Oh, when will it be all over?
Will you let me leave when its over?

I know youre not superstitious but you might just want to give it a try.
Cross your heart and pray to die now! Knock on wood, turn off the lights now!
Put your skin where I can taste it! Come on down, were in the basement!
Oh god, someone save us from us!

Pacing back and forth, pacing back and forwards.
Words fill up the space, words fill up the spaces.
Is there any way, is there any way in?
In or outs the same, in or outs the same place.

Home can be such a terrible place
When they wont let you leave.
When you dont have the means.

If I die in my sleep, will I dream before I do?
And live this one final night in my desolate room.
The room inside my head, ceilingless, fulfilling.
If God can grant me this, then I might just go willing.