The Hatenaughts of Melancholy Wall

Wits in the making
Another emotion
Swear there’s no mouth, I know you've see them
Sharks attach across your bowels
Unconscious pilot, you will defeat them
Smoke on your rapture, but you're alright now
You win
Within a closed system
Within a closed system...
Oh… We Swirl...
You can't win
You can't win in sidemore
You can't deal with my pain with this snow
Wits in the making
Another emotion
I lend you the science, I know you feed them
Taught you too hard, you can't turn back now
lost in the faces of yourself and your loved ones
Tears your mind apart, denied your life suited you well
Within a closed system
Within a closed system...
Oh… We Swirl...
And you can write all over the block
And you can raise the boots 'till the bones are shown
Right there that's where they called me a monster
It's the hatenaughts of melancholy wall
And they blend it out with a soul
And they can blend and they won't know
It just depends on the feel that is all
And they can count the little one who feel like a soul
And you can write all over the block
And you can raise the boots 'till the bones are shown
Right there that's where they called me a monster
It's the hatenaughts of melancholy wall