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I need a change of scenery What does the madness mean to me Feels like a fantasy to me Don’t want catastro feeding me How do i know enemies Casually calling the moves Feels like a masked proof Can I ask you academy bad news Shallow and no rise in these minds Guessing you could do it cos i know your type on it Feel like i’m translucent Yeah i feel like i’m translucent Saw you move in slow-mo The kind of grace to grow old I don’t wanna say these things I guess we should Just do these things And why not go like the chatter Not so much to Keep from the past No different to the last weeks Dash flicker as the cat leaps I can paddle from the bad waves The sun burning Is the seas date All the same things daggers and demons Kept up my sleeve for a meaning I am not cut out for this I don’t just have curiousness I have the furiousness When i am not aware of the bliss From Letras Mania