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Dead
Forgot how long it's been
A dusty trunk where you can find your junk ruined
I'm already dead
Alarm clock in my head, that's just who I am
A broken dial you watch when you're sleeping in
Torn up beyond repair, I'm laid out threadbare
I'm wash-stained clothes that's filled with holes
That can't be sewn, my thoughts are rocks upstairs
Bones are just mortar for my organs
'Cause I'm already
"With your eyes open, or your eyes closed
Take a moment to connect with where you are.
Feel your feet on the ground without looking at anything at all.
Forgot how long it's been
A dusty trunk where you can find your junk ruined
I'm already dead
Alarm clock in my head, that's just who I am
A broken dial you watch when you're sleeping in
Torn up beyond repair, I'm laid out threadbare
I'm wash-stained clothes that's filled with holes
That can't be sewn, my thoughts are rocks upstairs
Bones are just mortar for my organs
'Cause I'm already
"With your eyes open, or your eyes closed
Take a moment to connect with where you are.
Feel your feet on the ground without looking at anything at all.
Just listen. Rest with a sense of hearing.
Experience the show of sound that is happening around you right now
Life in stereo.
Allow the instruments into your globe of sound.
And when the next part comes along, let it be there.
Without engaging, just listening to the sounds
And wish them well as they pass on through."
Dead
My blood's all filled with lead
A crooked leaky cup to keep your pencils in
I'm already dead
A landfill here I said, really got no place
I'm just some waste compressed
I'm already dead
Experience the show of sound that is happening around you right now
Life in stereo.
Allow the instruments into your globe of sound.
And when the next part comes along, let it be there.
Without engaging, just listening to the sounds
And wish them well as they pass on through."
Dead
My blood's all filled with lead
A crooked leaky cup to keep your pencils in
I'm already dead
A landfill here I said, really got no place
I'm just some waste compressed
I'm already dead
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