paroles de chanson Attunement - Pedestrian Deposit , Clipping.
A
meditation
Turn
the
lights
off
Come
on
and
rock,
rock
Back
to
the
edge
then
up
to
the
tip,
it's
not,
not
Nice,
the
ropes
are
tight
enough
to
hold
but
never
burn
That
would
defeat
the
purpose,
nothing
beneath
the
surface
The
surface
is
just
in
service
of
holding
the
form,
cursed
The
shape
is
so
inescapable,
bet
it
would
burn,
bet
it
would
hurt
And
there's
the
rub,
The
red
in
the
flesh
is
fine
but
the
fire
on
skin
is
not
Is
it
possible
to
not
get
caught
up
in
the
thoughts
About
whether
or
not
to
stop
Before
the
damage
done
is
irreversible
but
isn't
terminal?
Shit,
goddamn
it,
loosen
the
grip
Come
on
and
rock,
rock
Back
the
edge
then
up
to
the
tip,
it's
not,
not
Nice,
the
ropes
are
tight
enough
to
hold
but
never
burn
That
would
defeat
the
purpose,
nothing
beneath
the
surface
In
earnest,
you
should
just
let
go
Before
the
damage
done
is
irreversible
but
isn't
terminal
Shit,
goddamn
it,
loosen
the
grip
But
then
the
body
could
slip
The
plastic
body
busy
being
a
building
Built
on
the
basis
of
never
knowing
it's
nothing
But
what
if
you
do,
what
did
you
do?
What
did
she
say?
She
was
nice
but
ain't
shit
Made
a
mean
bowl
of
rice
and
then
dipped
And
the
drip
is
literally
slipping
away
from
the
fingertips
It
could
cripple
a
man
in
a
minute
if
A
man
could
have
had
a
reason
to
live
Come
on
and
rock,
rock
Back
to
the
edge
then
up
to
the
tip,
it's
not,
not
Nice,
the
ropes
are
tight
enough
to
hold
but
never
burn
That
would
defeat
the
purpose,
nothing
beneath
the
surface
Shit,
the
drip
is
literally
slipping
away
from
the
fingertips
Could
cripple
a
man
in
a
minute
if
A
man
could
have
had
a
reason
to
live
He
would
be
wrong,
along
come
a
longing
Have
you
waited
long
enough?
Can
you
just
belong
to
belonging?
She
laughed
at
that,
right
on
Passed
out
with
the
light
on,
pissed
off
with
the
pipe
on
Light
grip
on
the
armchair
like
a
pile-on
Poundin'
out
the
rhythm
in
a
bygone
era
But
the
bylaws
of
which
must
state
something
of
copulation
And
can't
you
just
say,
"fuck"?
Could
there
be
less
conversation?
Or
numb
release
in
the
dungarees,
shoot
below
the
knees
There'd
be
no
appeasing
anything,
based,
sacred,
beautiful
Just
simple
deeds
done
simply,
no
symphony
serving
up
timpani
No
infamy,
just
a
grim
repeat
to
get
away
from
what
you
need
Turn
the
lights
off
when
you
leave
Come
on
and
rock,
rock
Back
to
the
edge
and
then
up
to
the
tip,
it's
not,
not
Nice,
the
ropes
are
tight
enough
to
hold
but
never
burn
That
would
defeat
the
purpose,
nothing
beneath
the
surface
Looking
over
the
edge,
ain't
the
drop,
why
the
screwface?
You've
been
saying
you
want
it
to
stop,
why
don't
you
take
One
more
step
and
let
God,
or
what
you
make
Up
in
your
head,
stir
the
pot,
while
you
lose
faith
Shouldn't
be
so
hard
to
be
apart
and
be
a
part
of
ether
Shouldn't
need
to
start
or
need
a
part
to
be
a
pardon
neither
Shouldn't
be
restarting,
all
this
starving
ain't
the
part
to
feature
You
are
not
a
body,
bodies
aren't
often
heartless
creatures
Looking
over
the
edge,
ain't
the
wind,
why
the
jumpscare?
You've
been
saying
you
hated
this
skin,
why
you
stuck
there?
One
more
step
to
the
wind
and
then
compare
If
it's
better
to
never
begin,
or
if
there's
sun
there
Shouldn't
be
so
hard
to
be
apart
and
be
a
part
of
dust
Shouldn't
need
to
start
or
need
to
Start
believing
in
the
thing
you
trust
Shouldn't
be
restarting
evenings
to
receive
a
piece
of
crust
You
are
not
a
body,
you're
a
metal
shell
and
you
can
see
the
rust
Come
on
and
rock,
rock
Back
to
the
edge
and
then
up
to
the
tip,
it's
not,
not
Nice,
the
ropes
are
tight
enough
to
hold
but
never
burn
That
would
defeat
the
purpose,
nothing
beneath
the
surface
1 intro
2 Nothing is Safe
3 He Dead
4 Haunting (interlude)
5 La Mala Ordina
6 Club Down
7 Prophecy (interlude)
8 Run for Your Life
9 The Show
10 Possession (interlude)
11 All in Your Head
12 Blood of the Fang
13 Story 7
14 Attunement
15 Piano Burning
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