Paroles de Lying In Cozy Graves

There's a feeling of repulsion growing on me. I have been seeing many outrageous things that try to violate my passivity. An inoffensive uprising keeps me safe from deeper questioning. My critical thinking, it was violently doped. I'm dying under anesthesia. I'm glad not to be lucid. My death will be slower than I hoped. This world is so unfair and wrong. And I see no incoherence in being just the way I seem to repudiate. Our moments of distraction are long-lasting and terrifyingly intense. My critical thinking, it was violently doped. I'm dying under anesthesia. I'm glad not to be lucid. I'm dying under anesthesia.