Name: Clenchers & Grinders
Duration: P00H03M39S
Description: The last song written for the EP. My personal favorite.

Clenchers & Grinders

from The Empirical EP by Prize The Doubt

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The last song written for the EP. My personal favorite.

lyrics

I'm getting to the point
Where sleep is better than life
You remind me of things that
Once were so innocent
Forgetting nothing
Forgiving less
The infallible fiction your diction is dripping

If we speak don't use my words against me (x3)

I throw myself on my knees to feel the entropy
But never question our perception
How can I survive the modern times

Drown yourself
With the martyrs and the blessed
Pitch is suffering from distress

I wake myself up screaming
My anger steps into the open air
I tightly breathe the enmity
This is the burning of a dream

I'm getting to the point
Where sleep is better than life
You remind me of things that
Once were so innocent
Forgetting nothing
Forgiving less
The infallible fiction your diction is dripping

I speak what I think without apologies
There's something disgustingly human about me
If I find the time I might bite my tongue
I burned the hole in your back, don't make this complicated
I'm Peter Pan I want to crow
I want to watch everyone die who is normal
I study the ritual our culture avoids
The one who will crow
I will crow

The day to day is paralyzing

Whats the reason for thought
Is it so I can feel, so I can boil my blood?
Where should I reside?
Help me breathe in uncertainty
Please appear brilliant to me

Today is paralyzing

The procedure for grievance
The infallible fiction
The moment at when we collapse
There was no fashion
Choking our skeletons

Today is paralyzing