Sonny Moore

Sonny Moore - Concentrical

rate me

I want to be fit,

To take your breath

And exhale a resolution.

I want to be fit,

To sing along

With a pair of sunset lungs.

Where do you walk?

Where do I taste the wind behind you?

I lose my vail,

In hopes that you will stare right through me.

I can hear you crying for that halo,

That isn't even yours for you to lose.

And you tell me that you're bound to your circle.

Concentrical, concentrical.

Toss me like a rope,

And hopefully you'll have their approval.

Inside the imitation that I loath,

With the callow hands and the bad knees.

All suckers for the taste of illusion,

For you to hold and cradle.

I lose my faith,

In hopes that you will stare right through me.

I can hear you crying for that halo,

That isn't even yours for you to lose.

And you tell me that you're bound to your circle.

Concentrical, concentrical.

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