Low Era

Some are born with the psychic inflection
 Catastrophic when they go in the street
 It comes to people like you naturally
 Leaving me blind to all time, and all direction
 Killing your nature just to irritate me
 You lie every time you turn, away and
 You're too naive to be so petty
 You're only choosing what you're, gonna say
 In the middle of the night, she calls me
 And all I know is patience, and love for you
 Pull me up into the sky when, she asks me
 What am I gonna do?
 What am I gonna do?
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 Swimming alone in a sea world wasteland
 Floating lifeless to the edge of the pool
 Pulls me up into the sky when, she asks me
 Modern magazines and holy scriptures
 My play rehearsals all go unheard
 Love is running a little faster
 Losing my body with one ancient word
 On the hour of my death, the page rips
 All is lost and I am left to rot
 The beginning of the end approaches
 You and I, we float up to the top
 I am dead for one moment
 I am dead for one moment
 The Lord speaks for one moment
 I'm heating up for one moment
 Swimming alone in a sea world, wasteland
 Floating lifeless to the edge of the pool
 Pulls me up into the sky when, she asks me