Letra de Gonebones - Subtle

The Past
A definite nothing much,
biproduct of the heights of flesh and such.
Net weight of one's ghost, got
A solved version of a former you,
Not congealing on the ceiling of your present song,
as it's greys reach off into gone.
A bread end egg,
if ever there was one

Nigh are those long gone bones on me (x2)
Still you will to will to kill

The Present
The bread basket of choice
The all mighty and bone holding now,
where the day wears down on your direction and dive.
Dripping its sad math in the brief breathe slide,
of every second sucked into the pearl that becomes you

Nigh are those long gone bones on me (x2)
Still you will to will to kill

The Future
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The future is fully opposable.
Statistically there are no present plans of actions took,
that can truly and entirely ever affect it,
nor set its effects completely to a certain more desirable strain of so

In fact
to the thinking thing,
it is a killer black,
an unpredictable and all devouring trap.
It is a hollow in the mind, begging to be let out and bleach the now,
ignite the uquiets of the often fear-eyed and endowed skull.
Drawing the stinging things to mean,
out like a present danger does the venom.
We are but a swarm of ants to tremble on its handgun
The blood on its shield
A single swallow to its honey-smothered winds of wield

To it your death is a fact
To you an axe

Nigh are those long gone bones on me