Under a Dying Sun

[00:20.13] The old plaster walls are like a second skin
[00:28.57] That wraps right around you even when they're all closing in
[00:38.29] A creature of comfort just coming to terms with a tight tourniquet
[00:46.80] There was a time when there was no confining our protagonist
[00:53.75] As the days drone on, and the fire within
[01:02.11] Is slowly replaced by your responsibility in
[01:11.98] Making it up as you go along, none of us really know shit
[01:20.26] Second opinions can still just be waters not worth wading in
[01:27.58] It doesn't need to be some big secret
[01:35.98] From under a dying sun
[01:43.33] Caught in the middle of escaping escapism
[01:51.71] Turns out admitting defeat takes too much energy
[02:00.64] Is the humming gone? Can you still hear it too?
[02:08.81] When the road has run out, will you have somewhere you can run to?
[02:18.82] Has the excitement all come and gone? Is that moment worth holding through?
[02:27.33] Can your pen still make light of all the paper you're holding on to?
[02:34.55] From under a dying sun
[02:41.94] Caught in the middle of escaping escapism
[02:50.31] Turns out admitting defeat takes too much energy
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[04:14.96] From under a dying sun
[04:22.59] Caught in the middle of escaping escapism
[04:31.87] Once youthful and fully free
[04:38.99] Turns out admitting defeat takes too much energy
[04:47.57] Be the stone that just keeps grinding away
[04:51.75] Once you're just dust in the ditch
[04:54.89] Then your soul's finally saved
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