abi reimold – machine lyrics
organize the things you find, what to keep, what to leave behind
snuggle up to who you close to, to do the things that you’re suppose to
i could collect, i could select, but what reciprocates is disconnect
laughing hard and losing its’ only as good as who you’re with
and it’s all just another cliche that doesn’t resonate with me
try to induce more delay but we could crash and it would be ok
do what it takes to stay aligned anxiety while learning to drive
the strongest cloth rips at the seem aware that flesh is not a machine
an illusion of an elevator how we create our creator
grant me my mortality, and make me blind so i won’t see
that there’s no scheme, there is no plan
we grow where our seeds, happen to land
that there’s no scheme, there is no plan
we grow where our seeds, happen to land
burn the bottom of my soul, it’s that you prove, that you’re, in control
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