Conor - Dust (Turning Cancer Into Rust) /Wabi Sabi lyrics

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Conor - Dust (Turning Cancer Into Rust) /Wabi Sabi lyrics

[Hook: Conor] I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust I breathe out answers that convert to dust I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust I breathe out answers that convert to dust I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust I breathe out answers that convert to dust I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust I breathe out answers that convert to dust [Verse 1: Conor] Mind on change I think i am an alchemist Besides my brain is converting to a catalyst I abstain from allowing all this permanence To wash my brain in the mere name of nervousness Cause most night this brew releases the strangleholds Prone to stage fright hindsight paints a man to gold Hone these dog fights minds plight is intangible Dethrone my minds right to blight to be fragile still Moving mazes made of a hundred thousand pages Just get so sedated that your minds is of the sages Out of hand and straight outrages, my design can be contagious Smell the weakness, when I piss, till the spleen is inflated -Keeping score of my own self punishment Over reaping hordes of fears shelf the judgments Till I disappear, can I get a please and a thank you Afraid I wouldn't be here dead and gone if i didn't drank brew [Hook: Conor] I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust I breathe out answers that convert to dust I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust I breathe out answers that convert to dust I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust I breathe out answers that convert to dust I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust I breathe out answers that convert to dust [Verse 2: Conor] Overused its purpose, crack into the surface My metal wings, tether things and me to earth its Quite lovely, the subtlty of life is in service To my virtues, and cures blues or at least gives them purpose It stops all these urges, And it just nurses my lifeless Turn priceless no longer in urns its, a new day a new life A blue jay in dark nights, I rise to the finite, and content In hindsight I feel its my minds right, to choose as it pleases Reality a beautiful thing just me seize it, this rust of mine steadily breathes Do you believe its, a part of me and makes me beautiful the secret Its acceptance believe it Its acceptance believe it Its acceptance believe it Its acceptance believe it Its acceptance believe it

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