Cloaked
Rolo Tomassi
GENRE Ticking through decades, impaired and unchanged
Move in the space between where decisions were made
Is it too much to live with this?
The worst of it still growing
Claim, channel, define by one distraction
Ruled without intention, some days I felt that burden
Is it too much to live with this?
The worst of it still growing
What lies beyond the end of this? Wait for it
Wait for it
Screaming on the outside looking in
Longing for the simplicity of nothing
To bend without breaking when chances are slim
Locked in this rhythm, locked in this ruling
Screaming on the outside looking in
Longing for the simplicity of nothing
To bend without breaking when chances are slim
Longing for the list of things I'm losing
Move in the space between where decisions were made
Is it too much to live with this?
The worst of it still growing
Claim, channel, define by one distraction
Ruled without intention, some days I felt that burden
Is it too much to live with this?
The worst of it still growing
What lies beyond the end of this? Wait for it
Wait for it
Screaming on the outside looking in
Longing for the simplicity of nothing
To bend without breaking when chances are slim
Locked in this rhythm, locked in this ruling
Screaming on the outside looking in
Longing for the simplicity of nothing
To bend without breaking when chances are slim
Longing for the list of things I'm losing
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