Unearthed Motion Lyrics

I made it, body past midnight

Menthols in the cold, the high life

In every section you peeled off to go home

And I'm the last one to guide

I'm speaking quietly to myself

With you up on my shelf

And drawing a little match

And I'm still stuck in the same routines

Two aisles, one is down

I once was president and you were the class clown

I must've believed I was going to succeed

But then something made me shrivel up and shut down

Bright calm of the streetlight

You bury me

Am I supposed to feel a rush of relief

Unearthed motion fell to bricks

I caught a glimpse of what I was wasting

What I, what I was wasting, what, what, what

In the heat of the night

Verifying facts and lies

Turn it over in my mind

Disintegrating in the light