verse1 Tungsten bleeding through the fog, damp grease on the lens, Film of soot stitched in the coat where the gutter mist begins. Stale ale on the tongue, flat barley, sour draft, Stumbling afoot across the cobbles while the alley laughs. Sky cleaved in two where the lunar sector cracked, Asteroid debris floating cold across the transit track. Exhale the ember, watch the constellations sigh, Drifting out of orbit just to let the night drag by. chorus: Whatever happens... happens. It is what it is. Like water, we adapt to the vessel that we're in. We flow through the cracks, or we crash through the clay, Outlasting every shadow that came to pass today. Be like water, my friend. It will be okay. Verse Brimming light peeling back the vapor from the seams, Right optic locked on the now, the left stuck in dreams. Artificial lens catching glare from a past long dead, Ticking off the quiet debts that never left my head. If you wake from the coma, let the illusion run— Wipe the soot out your teeth, kid... our real life has begun. Chorus: Whatever happens... happens. It is what it is. Like water, we adapt to the vessel that we're in. We flow through the cracks, or we crash through the clay, Outlasting every shadow that came to pass today. Be like water, my friend. It will be okay. You're gonna carry that weight... [End]
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