Id love to see your weakness fly over, as well as your head held high, dragged across assumptions and inklings and/or feelings of doubt of self (body, mind, soul).
Id love to see your tears set side by side with premeditated eyes, bleeding to the premeditation of sound of breath.
Fortify false predictions, satisfy fits of conniptions.
Jaws bite down, elements split, retinas unite on the floor, they play pretend.
It presents the trend that feeds their deep end, it’s just a pretense.
Come on smile, come on lock and load.
Come on smile, let our heads roll.
In one room sized up to scale, inhale premeditated sales.
These tongues lap for lisp.
Someone else is listening, amused by the beauty of sickness.
I am sickness too.
Amused by the sickness of beauty, talk yourselves to sleep.
Stapled stable, stapled shut, I’m nailed down to the tile tale sound of a 7:09 sound.

Lyrics submitted by maxtodon

Alpha State song meanings
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