Melt the Key - Naomi

70 shambles no glue on earth can fix

Some’ll survive, and some’ll acquire scars and tics

Whatever your name, whatever your face

It’s a public domain, way too private to embrace

That old sickening game

There’s an ocean of thoughts to erase

2, 3, 4 — Bolt that door!

All of the turns, all of it cheap

All of the secrets we never learned to keep

They just blister and burn

Whoever needs proof to believe?

76 to 78 — all of the dreams, all the silence, all the weight

Far out in the sticks

No commander in chief at the gate

2, 3, 4 — Bolt that door!

2, 4, 3 — Melt the key!

It’ll happen again, as far as this bag of bones can tell

It’ll happen again, it’ll happen again and again