Exploding
Going red
Hard to recollect the thoughts inside my head
Im a planet
The Empire win
I'm exploding
But this time from within
Im a mess
Im a mess
Creating new memories when youre finally happy and dead
I confess
On evenings
I bleed for reasons
Speak to the curve of my back
I'm a confessionary booth
So tell me the truth
In your saliva tract
You don't realise
Youre the shore
And I'm the beach
We dug down so deep
We came out the other side
Frozen in deep space
As my eyes open wide
Bring this fucker down
Im a planet
And this is how I frown
Im taking over this ship
I need more space
And im fed up with all this shit
Were closer to the impact
Were closer to the impact
Were closer to the impact
Were growing
Growing up
Were growing
Growing
Growing up
The closer we are the further apart we get
In the end were ready to take off
And I found out
Youre the planet in the end
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