- Molasses

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November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh Ahhhh oooooooooh

Might not get
Might not get any better, might not
Might not get
Might not get any better, might not
Might not get
Might not get any better, might not
Might not get
might not get any better

You, the born hunter
Relic with an armored heart
Colour of sulfur
Banished to a single arc
Porcelain smoulder and
Don't forget your state of the art
Buried deep in the soil
Selfless or daft

It could be a compass, rare and so bountiful
It could be the opposing opinion
It could be the point of traction, bound to all
It could be the point of letting it go
It could be a compass, rare and so bountiful
It could be the opposing opinion
It could be the point of traction, bound to all
It could be the point of letting it go

Running with my eyes closed
Blinding the lens with the focus
Runningwith my eyes closed
Finding omens in the woodwork
I see cold, cold braille
Mechanical and frail
How do I tessellate?
Filter the rage

You, the born hunter
Relic with an armored heart
Colour of sulfur
Banished to a single arc
Porcelain smoulder and
Don't forget your state of the art
Buried deep in the soil
Selfless or daft

Might not
Get any better
Get any better
Oh, better, better
Might not
Get any better
Get any better
Oh, better, better
Better, better, better
Better, better, better
Better, better, better
Better, better, better
Better, better, better
Better, better, better
Better, better, better
It could be a compass, rare and so bountiful
It could be the opposing opinion
It could be the point of traction, bound to all
It could be the point of letting it go
It could be a compass, rare and so bountiful
It could be the opposing opinion
It could be the point of traction, bound to all
It could be the point of letting it go

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