Throwell To the Stairs
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Lyrics
A demeanor decline For a data-based design Stick your finger through space Pretend you're commonplace Even though you light up with Pangs of broken days "This is silly time," they say Pouring soda on his grave Those who feed from the fringe But feel it's the core They stroll up and down Meandering about, about This is where the walls are not strong ? and decoys save your songs Your key would shatter the locks of debris So sing one lower for your dead-pulse lover Your key would shatter the locks of debris Shatter, shatter Those who feed from the fringe But feel it's the core They stroll up and down Meandering about, about proud to be youth of a discipline
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:27
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 165 BPM