Remember the day that you said you’d pay
And now the reaper is here for the good to stay
Did you think you’d get your own parade?
Your own parade
Never told yourself you could be afraid
So you hide all your feelings in a barricade
Stumble when you walking under disarray
Your disarray
World’s getting heavy you can feel the weight
The light in your eyes start to wane and fade
Destiny is something that became a trade
Hey
You wanna blame all your problems on the retrograde
The edges on the fabric start to twist and fray
Accepting everyday we were told to pray
They say hey hey
Alone in the dark with a single lamp
I’m getting tired of window shopping that’s a fact
Trees for miles city escaping won’t get back to that
Cause I’m paralyzed inside post is sent and stamped
Given an illusion I don’t want to have
Past the point of letting what will make you mad
Turn your head on one degree fall and hit the stack
Eyes are straight into the ground back is bent and snapped
Pack all your bags we about to trip
Making sure you got a handle on your precious grip
Looking where you stand you about to slip
About to slip
Fall into the rabbit hole
Can’t get it under control
Now your breaking your parole
No way you can be consoled
Breaking to get on a roll
Only if you play the role
Play the role
About to slip
credits
from Contemplative Panda,
released October 12, 2018
Composed, produced and engineered by Tony Gilbert-Davis
Lyrics and Vocals by Gabby Gutierrez-Reed
Guitar by Zach Kritzer
Mastered by Sean Owens
Melbourne's Conor McCabe and Barnaby Matthews are quick-firing EPs of future R&B that land somewhere between Spacek and Chet Faker. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2016