Erik M.O. - Velour 80 Grit lyrics

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Erik M.O. - Velour 80 Grit lyrics

(Chorus) Impaired diluted oxygen contacts Collective weigh station is your brain syntax Subtle interference incoherent in fact The sedated measure, waits forever (Verse 1) In addition to the suction sweeps and undertow With a maniacs grimace, with a premise that permits the value Humans loosing tactic through the aerobatic dynamic slanted premonition Of the first third world, a warming awe Succulent saint bide his dance with one chance to be absorbed Absence of the manic slash now an eternal spring Hoping the copper tones and silver gla** return my inner sense I can reflect the widow's peak from the window's pain select Redirect the light beam from what remains and a correction for my Windex Sight tomorrow we'll all be singing but tonight we just complain Slipping into a refrain as if it were explained That I'd be stranglin' with my lifeline And I embracelet that's irrelevant so my objection stays sustained (Chorus) Impaired diluted oxygen contacts Collective weigh station is your brain syntax (Verse 2) My addiction is to hell in a daggered cell from my descent Indecent exposure swaggered cross the galaxy from my biopsy Paranormal abdomen strain and the throat approaches thought Two glocken (gloaken?) steak knife dramatic pause Breach contract clause and the masquerade applause Pa**ive arrogance countering my plastic grave concern Ignite spite, second spit, and split with an urge to quit Cinch is unbearable, an overturned variable, futuristic vegetable Place mat minds face that time with caution Velocity uncontrolled, precious eyes from nauseous to ferocious Let me under dose on my unhappiness long enough for me to find sure footing Before rebooting, returning, and retrospective (Chorus) Impaired diluted oxygen contacts Collective weigh station is your brain syntax Subtle interference incoherent in fact The sedated measure, waits forever (Verse 3) Shoebox commodore Pentium pendulums laced Strip circuit searching the bio-waste while sniffing paste Ludent pa**age handled gravity eyes and the basiled magentacide Drip love and easy go letting my Hansel track (tract?) and nasal cavity relieve Not like I believe, but it breed without the aid of life support And the charade of the night court, if who I veer rat fork(right for?) In pa**ing I can see the masking tape, hara**ing me a sight Stained like Beethoven's fifth to which I do sedate With my listen crate overhaul the world to make it appear metallic Pallet empty sense and my soul release

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