Bad Habits

These words will be the end of me
 These words bring a new life to me
 Stacked upon one another, yet I cannot grip
 I cannot grip
 These words render through a cosmic sea
 These words revoke our life to be
 Stacked upon one another, yet I cannot grip
 I cannot grip
 Contagion has shut down
 Ground control to minor 3rds
 Overtake and shed some sleep
 Harmony loves tragedy in our own jeopardy
 I cannot seem to say what I need
 
 They have my tongue
 
 Let's cut it out
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 Can't speak over you
 My words keep losing meaning
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 Maybe don't take it so serious
 Three syllables to complete a thought
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 I get caught
 Becoming lost
 As words have quickly left me
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 The winds howl around their lost souls today
 Stuck in a spectrum between the living and the dead
 Their open mouths enter the worms of the living
 Slither in and out
 The winds howl around their lost souls today
 Stagnant air lifts up the creature myth
 Stuck between life and death
 An order to connect and forget
 Time is evaporating
 Time is still
 I cannot seem to say what I need
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 They have my tongue
 Let's cut it out
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 In order to connect and forget
 Connect and forget
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 Sleep on, fly on
 In our minds we can fly