NATIVE LYRICS

"Monday Night"

Knuckles seeming white
Forlorn
Minutes sleeping on the dash
Idle mind abides
Days flow quicker living silenced
When dormance is unbroken
Flat lines awake the will to call.
Walk in far off margins
No dot can sway this
Lace thoughts with codeine
Numb lines sooth briefly
Lace thoughts with codeine
Numb lines sooth briefly
Impose the question when white rooms have taken
It stays

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