Letra de Lancing organic

Not my doing
fooled again
self effacing
stood against
push right through
swing again
timed with force
none left
and this inane senseless-follow
part disdained sorted,
forgotten second
to not a few things
while i wait for your fall line
it's an effort in circular hydration
a masterpiece of necessary distance
if you want my blood
you got to look
at the waves i bled through...
this inevitable hysterical rag attacks
and you've been had