Hands bound in plastic with holy hunger
Memories of reason on an inside of an afternoon in empty fields
He's outside now and he understands hints of boredom adrift the quiet sees
Embrace of formless as sensation reseeds
I am outside now and I understand
I am outside now and I can breathe
Incessant patterns and circular beauty
He can not understand he can not understand

Lyrics submitted by billabong_punk

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