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Me and my girl walk through the bones of an old abbey and I heard the centuries laugh at me.
Me and my girl walked through the bones of an old abbey and I heard the centuries laugh at me.

Most of my memories drift past me, if I don’t have them trapped in a sentence. I no longer beg for acceptance, in myself I invested look.

Silly copycat, don’t need my old styles offered back, you forge signatures and often brag but the needles move on that polygraph.

Bogues, welcome back, where you been?

Steady dancing to the beat of my own pulse, not an addict for applause, leading no cult. Can’t extract joy from a bottle, my feelings so dulled, after four or five. To fair-weather acquaintances, it was all goodbyes, during that metamorphosis I would talk in rhyme.

Pour the wine pre-performance, play the night, feel exhausted. All of this to me is a circus of weak proportions, I call it as I see, you’re all frauds lacking an aura.
I close my eyes, rain falling as me and my girl walk through the bones of an old abbey and I heard the centuries laugh at me.
Me and my girl walked through the bones of an old abbey and I heard the centuries laugh at me.

I heard the centuries laugh at me.
I heard the centuries laugh at me.

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from Hours Vanish Vol​.​1, released June 17, 2022

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Making/releasing art out of Bristol with the hours left.

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