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The woman stares dead
Right into the blue
Her own connections
Her own ideas
Her own suspicions
Simple enough for my premonitions
My own connections
My own ideas
My own suspicions
I foresee an ugly future
In the next thirty minutes
But i also foresee
Probable peace
Probable peace in which I jitter
Probable peace in which I shake
Probable peace in which I lie awake

Dil one seven
Dil two two
Dill three seven
Dil one seven
Dil two two
Dill three seven
Ep x8

Create your flow from sustainibly
History run vehicles
Smart pro
Drew
No drew?
Deek
No deek?
Ache
Eleven o'clock

Thank you
Run in, in anger
Wielding more than hands
Under my desk I hide
Just to die

That day at the festival
Fireworks did nothing at al
Dragged my shoes on the ground
So I could begin to feel rewound

That day at the festival
We rushed down the hill
After it all
It took me a while
To return to what was
Then found myself angry at my coke cup

I went and saw
Saw the four story fur
The rest of the coat
Graphed me fine
So I steered clear of the streets
Stuck inside for 'only' a week

I never fully came back
Saint Plex tried to get me on my feet again
Now im boxed in never to feel like me again

Shave me hair before I rip it out
Lose the jewels before I tear them out
Listen before I drop at my desk
Blue home before my eyes fall out
A coma in my ears
A relation in my mind

Italian furniture in one hand
Tiles in the other
Fines in my brain

Neglecting my friends
Neglecting my health
To often I feel the shit earl says
A meter away from myself
Hands and face blurred
Watering my garden to try make it right again
But the container crawling hype brings a drought

Been zipping early morning afternoon
Man in front tells me bout the Sunday racket
Otherwise ima click click slide down a flight

Wanna rush to brotz and peel my nose skin back

credits

from What Do I Want Exactly?, released July 16, 2018
Jacob Levesque - Electric Guitar, Vocals, Editing, Samples, Children's Toys, Misc Objects
Kitty - Field Recording, Sampling
Scott Callaghgan - Speaking

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