We sold all our afternoons
And we made the selling proof
Of the way it wraps around
And chokes us out
We’re out

And I can’t win

We sold all our days of rest
And we made the words attest
To the way it wraps around
And chokes us out
We’re out

And I can’t win

Wait
Is this air all
We have left
After the fall
In this stopwatch continuum?

A crash course vernacular;
These empty words help pass the time
As we get closer and closer to the edge

And I can’t win


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Roto-Chapella (For David Raposo) song meanings
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