3point Beats - Fugue lyrics

[Verse 1: Henry Lin] Pointing fingers accusing, with sickness always losing, the cla** Pagliacci as a student Did the dance, fat fusions, it's only soothing, a wine gla** filled with lighter fluids For the blueprints, drafted after "pens down", bump blindly into confusion, self-abusive My thesis is the conclusion: elusive, a nuisance back to music with immature amusements No talk, just chalk and callus still unsure if the previous goal's a distraction Detachment, the past, her, a crash course, derailing the f**ing orbit in front of the black ball Condescending, hollow (虚), corroded chain torn out of the chest, leaving behind an infected wound Tell me if it's still a little soon, the lit harbour, but dim the monochrome streetlamps to set the mood Since affection is always misconstrued, slowly but slowly the gradient fades into mute In the residue, the misery swirls, alleviating by projecting it onto someone else The fragility fractures, knife slashes on the canvas, the warmth of paranoia, paraffin lamp, no matches Gashes on the heart disinfected by the rain, initially a love song but this is what had remained