Rhys Langston - Whatyoudo lyrics

Whatyoudo whatyoudo Whatyoudo whatyoudo Whatyoudo whatyoudo Whatyoudo whatyoudo Whatyoudo whatyoudo Whatyoudo whatyoudo Whatyoudo whatyoudo Whatyoudo whatyoudo True being on the shelf Health is but a spell Spoken (word) True being on the shelf Health is but a spell Spoken (word) What you do, 2nd person Fused: Narrative tools discarded verse in waste bin pools Heart murmur upon the breast stroke Beneath the ribs he spoke them Blood pumped notes Clots blotted hemoglobin Ceased speech only open for refusing claims (impotent) local to the consciousness of slowed love potions But let him see The possibility Without the shell Mentally, physically And let him be What he wants When he's free sh** But a walk throughout the park His wish alone Glued to cathode Hoop dreams of pre-kissed prince toad: Master of his chiefdom Seen some Most illusory Province where his heart rung, tongue Wrung sponge, squeezed At shy 12 ‘yo rhythm Shards, myself, I Coat hanger to attach Lay rest, my sides To be dealt Without stealth Bleeding heart To be felt Memories, welts To be felt True being on the shelf Health is but a spell Spoken (word) True being on the shelf Health is but a spell Spoken (word)