[Intro] [Sparse reverbed guitar plucks] [Slow sub bass swell] (Ahhh, drifting away) Yeah, check the pressure. [Verse 1] [Rapid-fire syncopated rap] Floating in the shallow end a monument to plastic Looking at the surface tension feeling so sarcastic Six foot tall and filled with air a hollow apparition Staring at the garden wall locked in this position Synthetic skin is catching UV rays in the December Cold winds blowing over things I barely can remember A novelty from stag dos past a joke we left to linger Now it holds the weight of world slipping through my finger I see the vinyl stretching out against the grey horizon A phallic symbol of the dread that I am caught inside in Nimble with the intellect but heavy with the sorrow Wonder if the puncture repair kit will save tomorrow [Chorus] [Melancholic clean singing] [Atmospheric synth pads] Oh the air is slowly leaking out (Leaking out, leaking out) A tragic vessel floating in the doubt (In the doubt, all around) Deflating dreams upon the water's edge Standing naked on the precipice and staring at the ledge [Verse 2] [Double-time intricate rap flow] Listen to the rhythm of the valve it's slightly hissing Metaphor for all the human elements I'm missing Slicker than the oil spill that painted up the driveway Moving through the motions like a ghost upon the highway It is pink and prominent a terrible reminder Searching for a deeper truth but knowing I will not find her Twenty five degrees of angle tilting in the breeze Bringing all my philosophical defenses to their knees It bobs and weaves a boxer fighting shadows in the pool Making me the audience and making me the fool I analyze the seams the manufacturing the mold Just a bag of empty breath buying what is sold [Chorus] [Melancholic clean singing] [Atmospheric synth pads] Oh the air is slowly leaking out (Leaking out, leaking out) A tragic vessel floating in the doubt (In the doubt, all around) Deflating dreams upon the water's edge Standing naked on the precipice and staring at the ledge [Bridge] [Instrumentation drops to just bass and vocals] [Slow deliberate spoken word rap] And what are we but fragile skins Holding onto oxygen Waiting for a single pin To show us where the end begins (Where the end begins) [Verse 3] [Maximum speed aggressive grime flow] [Building electronic drum beat] Pneumatic calculations of a fabricated totem If I had the answers then I probably would have wrote them But I am staring at a dinghy shaped exactly like a phallus Drinking from a bitter cup a solitary chalice The metaphor is heavy but the object weighs a gram Trying to discover the exactness of who I am Sinking by the millimeter surface area reduction Drowning in the middle of a backyard introduction Breath is just a currency we spend until we are flat Tell me who on earth is gonna build a song from that [Outro] [Fading beat, lingering guitar delay] Just me. (Slowly going down) Let the air out. (Nothing but the ground) [Music fades to silence]
