Текст песни Liminal - Deacon Smith

Space far too liminal isn't this
A little misstep, now you're feeling it
Replay the tracks, amass facts, take the fall on the trip
A bit pressed on the matter
Gather your rags, and hers too while you're at it
Plastered, you're a bastard and a fake
I could take the past, blast fast if I asked to
Rasterize and pack bags like an ape
Turns out, that I hate that
Turn your back on the problem, awesome
Opportunity strikes like match stick
Imma match this, 180 flip on the problem
Break
Take the red for what it's worth making
Rake in deficit
Benefit from the shaking hands that've taken too slow of a pace in the race
No erasing, trace the cord and make sure you're abrasive
Shock the lore you were placed in
Baked in
You were graced with
You'll be okay then

It's a rite of passage, unthought
Wrought with pain, but an end goal gain
I'm not of that kin anymore
Not a kid, I don't need to relive, it's beyond my interest
Need a new start, a real heart in my chest
Always make the best of an unkempt mess
Trek forward with a trust in fate
Never take granted the love that was gave

Speedrun grief by the heaps
Repeat ease, try to breach, then delete
Meet-cute seeps in a dream the thing is we coulda been
An obscene scene with an obtuse lean
An abstract ream 'bout an upset team
Clean set up, an amount not much in the meaning, please
You deserve more than a bleeding fiend
Feigning feelings for a filler so fleeting
I'm retreating
Seceding
Seen enough of a heart not beating
I don't know what the future holds
Hold hope closer than a roach, ready? Go
Ego strained in a post-nuke reign
And the active radio silence pains
No pings for the pilot
Righteous
Carry on, Iver
Blindsided
How exciting
How insightful
Rightful, isn't it
End up with a bite full of impotence
Innocence in a riddance and a rinse off
In a pinch, it's a cold, hard winch with a pull that'll dull your senses
Senseless, in a sense, it's a pit
And a pit that I care to admit that I don't want to visit again

It's a rite of passage, unthought
Wrought with pain, but an end goal gain
I'm not of that kin anymore
Not a kid, I don't need to relive, it's beyond my interest
Need a new start, a real heart in my chest
Always make the best of an unkempt mess
Trek forward with a trust in fate
Never take granted the love that was gave