Текст песни bloom - ache

I prepaid the mortician
To make me look like I used to
Eyes shut and lips stale
Yet fleece green and shoes torn

Couldn't find purpose in friction;
Behind the scenes, I'm out of mind
Makko burn, fume patchouli
These eyes dull, soul's worn

Escape unyielding prison
(Hold onto me) Hold on for air
My familiar's grown intrusive
By example, ignore

Characterize my new rendition
Reclaim my deposit
Note bottled on my desk
But I could never press eject (Seal's broken, press eject)