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prizes roses rosa - the brain misfolds lyrics

(the hanging man. i am the hanging man. i die.)

you’re making
trust me to the end
you’re making
trust me to the end
you’re making
trust me to the end (there’s no way to stop)
you’re making (there’s no way to stop the struggling)
trust me to the end of time
trust me to the end
you’re making
trust me to the end of time
on doubt, the brain misfolds
i cry every week
it turns its head a few too much
it burns through your might
i think i’ve had enough of this crushing blow
your messy head
and i want to be one, i want to be one

i want [?]

[?] when my brain misfolds
there’ll be no one to resolve that
when the mind goes, there’ll be no one to salvage

all of this
it’s falling out to sp+ce
a special kind of gentle tube

on doubt, the brain misfolds
i still cry and weep
folding you in too much it burns through your eyes
i think i’ve had enough of this crushing blow
your messy head
i want to be one, i want to be one

alright (holding everything i feel in my f+cking brain)
trust me to the end of time ( [?] f+cking plate)
i hate to see my brain
trust me to the end (f+cking brain)
your awesome brain power comes slowly
then all at once, or not at all
i feel nothing at all
i feel nothing at all
i feel nothing at all (every time, a certain brain)

isn’t it lovely?
at(?) every stage
used to cry all day
on the needles (won’t you do it?)

oh when the mind goes, there’ll be no one to salvage

all of this
it’s falling out to sp+ce
a special kind of gentle tube

i’ve taken flight ( [?] )
i’ve taken flight
i’ve taken ( [?] pulls myself )
( [?] )
i’ve taken (and my memory’s down from the…[?])
trust me to the end of time
i’ve taken
i’ve taken, i’ve taken, i’ve
i’ve taken ( [?] f+cking motherf+cker your ass f+ck [?] )
there’s no way to stop or slow down (now it tugs at me [?] )
there’s no way to stop or slow down
[?]
two souls link together ( [?] )
misfolds together [?] ( [?] )
( [?] )

(one strange thing about making a world like this is, there’s no sound to it, until you’re done.)

- prizes roses rosa lyrics

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