Dissertation of an Idle Voice - SeeYouSpaceCowboy...

Bless the coming resurgence

The bitter lure of the repeat philosophy

Don’t trust progress they marked as love

The main substance just calls for blood

(Don't trust)

Don’t trust their so-called solution

They’ll stab the nails in your hand and

And call it purity

You don’t need to cut out your heart

Nothing is falling apart

You don’t need to cut out your heart

There’s such beauty in writing your part

You don’t need to cut out your heart

Nothing is falling apart

You don’t need to cut out your heart

There’s such beauty in writing your part

You don’t need to cut out your heart

Nothing is falling apart

You don’t need to cut out your heart

There’s such beauty in writing your part

You don’t need to cut out your heart

Nothing is falling apart

You don’t need to cut out your heart

There’s such beauty in writing your part

You don’t need to cut out your heart

Nothing is falling apart

You don’t need to cut out your heart

There’s such beauty in writing your part