The Early November - Circulation lyrics

There’s a darkness In the most well lit room Even the brightest bulb needs to be held in place And fed by the energy we fight for, we fight for I am the radiator throwing heat And you’re the fire burning oil, this we need to stay warm Oh the tales we tell are glorious Under the bed we sleep Under the dreams we dream The dust that fills our lungs Accumulates to the root of our body’s weakness We are what we believe in Blind by self depletion scared I got to dry my hands and bleach em all Find myself a reason not to cover up The court didn’t give me a chance to make my case Thrown out like old boxes, my words they sit wet in the rain Until they dissolve away just balling up like old paper Almost like litter to the side of the road until it no longer Can hold its shape, just crumble into the earth someday Becoming sand to remain that way forever Blind by self depletion scared I got to dry my hands and bleach em all Find myself a reason not to cover up Blind by self depletion scared I got to dry my hands and bleach em all Find myself a reason not to cover up