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cold subject - d.i.k.y.s. lyrics

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is there a way to save the artist
from getting closer to truth?
retreating, fearing that i’ve gone astray _
is there no way to break through?

the more i’m flailing in the shroud i’ve made
the more i reap what i sow
i feel the pressure build and swallow up my will

and when i pray for rain to skies of polished brass
‘til every well is draining through the open cracks
and every failure looming larger in my head

when all the words i need are on your tongue instead
then will you scream them back until there’s no words left
with every failure looming larger in my head?

now i’ve nowhere to hide, nowhere to run;
all is undone, all is undone

is there a way to spare the artist from the discomfiting truth?
in still gray waters and i’m drowning
and there’s no way to break through _
cause there are days that i want to burn it all to ashes
when i’m stuck in the days i can’t seem to let go
i feel the pressure build ‘til i implode

- cold subject

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