Lyrics
In case of loss I tend to find
A cross engraved with slime
It's not a fuss I don't pay my mind
This shot's a must for sins so sublime
Beneath your feet
Don't look too fast
Here's what it means
I need your stash
So he did with blue inside
I'd it missed and so the court was mine
It's not a fuss I don't pay my mind
This shot's a must for sins so sublime
Beneath my feet
My head hangs cast
I dream to breath
I'm bored at last
Beneath my feet
My looking glass
The substance screams
"Let me touch grass"
My lust for some sort of chase is blinding
I'll stuff your face in the name of unwinding
I knew it to catch me some time
For better or worse I pay no mind
Beneath my feet
I have to ask
What does it mean
To have no grasp?
Beneath my feet
A lurking past
I'm out of reach
I'm bored at last