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letra de heigremont (ft. lulu brick) - joe tindley

[intro]
oh, when you see me too
i will already be above your ground
you would have heard my deafening sound
watching you fall further

[chorus]
why don’t you hear me, benefit immensely
and then you’re done
cycle carries on
leading a path segregated with bars
only way through is to dodge other views
circle back for a night
when trend’s tradition is right
but for your attention span
forward is your only plan
sold every word on the way
i wasn’t ever the same
illusion signalled success
caved in, rеversing progress

[post-chorus]
oh, with your symbolic lies
assumе i’m blind try to obstruct my eyes
above the crumbling spirits i rise
while you trail away
divert the path to seek a fallen gaze
return authority to the eras maze
currently being turned away
turning myself away
[bridge]
seasons deep they glow
through the system i compare
my choices find an option rare
voeixa heals me now
from md would be an unantic-p-ted sound
forlorn on your closing side
tried flying but the weather held me down
trapped where i used to hide
drifting away to the soundscapes manufacturing as i should
slow before the sky
glare down on the population finally reaching all deserved

[pre-chorus]
circle back for a night
when trend’s tradition is right
but for your attention span
forward is your only plan
sold every word on the way
i wasn’t ever the same
illusion signalled success
caved in, reversing progress

[chorus]
why don’t you hear me
benefit immensely
and then you’re done
cycle carry’s on
leading a path
segregated with bars
only way through
is to dodge other views
feel the burn of my rage
bottled fire for days
now see i’ve won
got no objection
cause some entropy spills
it’s heigremont tuesday
history and daffodils
not putting up until may like last year
[post-chorus]
angelic in the haze
like adding luciferase
only this time around
paths new trends do confound
now with a world finally listening
share a catalogue of belittling
not in the depths of june
hear the weeps of my inner contrabassoon
entrenched in psychomimetic sonnetry
demarches enacted holistically
queen of vibiana, conceal the sun
let heigremont’s rays over my kingdom
everyone in my mind
their plain thoughts so unrefined
so swiftly obscene
feel the tones of my anthropocene

- joe tindley

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