Dissociated Lyrics

I still think it's 2020

I never really dream

Stuck inside a mental loop

Fissures in sun-baked skin

Seething red

On the road to purification

A biennial phantom

I still think it's 2020

I never really dream

Circling the drain

I'm moulting - alone

On a dog day afternoon in the middle of summer

It's a beautiful life, and I'm thinking about the end

Cells are down, and I keep checking every 3 minutes

Inhale a Marlborough red and

Think what it'd be like to never see you again

Negative

Your negative; it always reminded me of me

I know that's not right, but that's what I like

Cold souls

Meandering through a field of withered corpses

On pale horses

Old souls

Floating through the ether, never truly connecting

Intersecting

Mould grows

And returns us to the ground from which we came

And now winter comes

Winter comes to bury us all away

And

My mind corrodes through self-inflicted means

And

Grey matter contorts and acid drains

Concealed and conspiring. Concealed and conspiring

And though I walk without, I can still remember

Fractured — our life goes

Disassociated, I never fucking dream

Fractured — our life goes

Disassociated, I never fucking dream

Now comes the rain — It's fake

Now comes the rain — It's fake

Fractured

Our life

I don't dream