would someone tell me the time

A moody post hardcore foundation—angular guitars, urgent drums, and punchy bass—morphs into psychedelic jazz sections with swirling electric piano, offbeat rhythms, and surreal horn flourishes, Rapid dynamic shifts and inventive textures propel the intensity and sonic unpredictability

V4.5

[Instrumental Intro]

would someone tell me the time 
because I'm losing track of these numbers, in my mind
I'm not good at math but I can divide 
so how could my heart break in two pieces, I'm speechless
when I look to the ground there's five

do you see it too

[Instrumental Breakdown]

open to dishonesty, probably because it astonished me, constantly falling from my seat, I believe it's cool if you want to see, me plummet to what's under, the sun it's yours to blunder, I wonder, if you can hear the sounds of it's thunder, cope in sincerity if it's gonna, hurt where it aims, and feel numb to its pain, hold me up by the cane, I have nothing to gain, from this, game that you're playing, more tricks, I abstain from, finding fun detaining my mind, next to a gun, I don't run I don't hide, but I smoke when it's done, finding fortune where it lies biting it's tongue, it's tied, to a trunk, discoloring leaves, trying to retrieve it's song it sung, and it rung to please, on its knees, but its homage bleeds

discreetly, placed underneath me, need be, a place of retreat, away from decency, it's sparse, when I dream of what only the rest can see, head over misconception, restless in my own pensions, I'm ending, a long line of disparity, but for what doesn't seem clear to me, I need clarity, atop of this mountain I climbed narrowly, escaping with mine, I dine with charity, they glare at me, I can't speak clearly, they expected greed, and all I asked for was some dexterity

[Instrumental Breakdown]
[Guitar Solo]

the water on the shore doesn't look like before
(before)

the knocking on the door doesn't sound like before
(before)

the surface of the bed doesn't feel like before 
(before)

the wind in the air doesn't smell like before
(before)

i can't taste anymore

[Instrumental Breakdown]

pointing out the obvious 
don't need an audience 
I just need you to see

nothings stopping it 
you keep popping it 
I just need you to believe

I feel unconscious
you keep flaunting it 
breaking me piece by piece

I'm not good at math but do you see it too

[Instrumental Breakdown]
[Guitar Solo]
[Instrumental Outro]

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[Instrumental Intro] would someone tell me the time because I'm losing track of these numbers, in my mind I'm not good at math but I can divide so how could my heart break in two pieces, I'm speechless when I look to the ground there's five do you see it too [Instrumental Breakdown] open to dishonesty, probably because it astonished me, constantly falling from my seat, I believe it's cool if you want to see, me plummet to what's under, the sun it's yours to blunder, I wonder, if you can hear the sounds of it's thunder, cope in sincerity if it's gonna, hurt where it aims, and feel numb to its pain, hold me up by the cane, I have nothing to gain, from this, game that you're playing, more tricks, I abstain from, finding fun detaining my mind, next to a gun, I don't run I don't hide, but I smoke when it's done, finding fortune where it lies biting it's tongue, it's tied, to a trunk, discoloring leaves, trying to retrieve it's song it sung, and it rung to please, on its knees, but its homage bleeds discreetly, placed underneath me, need be, a place of retreat, away from decency, it's sparse, when I dream of what only the rest can see, head over misconception, restless in my own pensions, I'm ending, a long line of disparity, but for what doesn't seem clear to me, I need clarity, atop of this mountain I climbed narrowly, escaping with mine, I dine with charity, they glare at me, I can't speak clearly, they expected greed, and all I asked for was some dexterity [Instrumental Breakdown] [Guitar Solo] the water on the shore doesn't look like before (before) the knocking on the door doesn't sound like before (before) the surface of the bed doesn't feel like before (before) the wind in the air doesn't smell like before (before) i can't taste anymore [Instrumental Breakdown] pointing out the obvious don't need an audience I just need you to see nothings stopping it you keep popping it I just need you to believe I feel unconscious you keep flaunting it breaking me piece by piece I'm not good at math but do you see it too [Instrumental Breakdown] [Guitar Solo] [Instrumental Outro]

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