Posthumous Release - Coma Cinema

Dust breathed in stuck, pacing the ground

Holding on to what you found once the clock

Can’t remember everything

The clock

I’ve never known someone who wasn’t lonely

I’ve never known someone who wasn’t lonely

No one has ever known me

No one

Our old man says he’s living in hell

Well you checked yourself in, you can check yourself out

I was born knowing one thing

I was born

Maybe it’s just how you think

Maybe it’s just how you think

Your grand misperception

Through your mass coloring

You can’t hide what you don’t show

I feel you breaking from deep below

A saint now in the same dream

A saint