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Narrow Mouth

Foto do artista The Early NovemberThe Early November


My body is asleep, my mind is wide awake.
It’s my fault I’m locked inside.
I try to find a way out,
I’m clenching both my eyes.
Forcing my breath I try to stay alive.
But not a sound comes out
I panic, and now I’m shutting down.
You gotta get something right.

I swear it’s smite.
You framed this crime.
While I was sedated.
This plastic form fed smile, reveals the teeth you hide.
While we live through the narrow space between your eyes.

What you could never imagine is about happen.
Without sight, sound control it takes you home
Like a smile leads you into the conversation
It forms around you like a pool of warm ignorance
What started out as words, just air passing through your lips,
Is all I can focus on you gotta get something right

I swear it’s all smite
You framed this crime
While I was sedated
This plastic form fed smile, reveals a the teeth you hide
While we live through the narrow space between.
We feed of the narrow space between your eyes.

The veins in my eyes are getting tense
Opening slowly and wider than before
I feel the rush, the adrenaline
I can actually feel the blood coursing through my veins
How do you hold on to it?
How do you hold on to it?
How do you hold on to it?
How do you hold on to it?
How do you hold on to it?

Take a deep breath and hold who you’re near
Forget the looming thoughts and the sounds in your ear
Its all becoming drones drowning
Into the background of what was never clear.