Concentrical en Sonny Moore

I want to be fit
To take your breath
And exhale a resolution
I want to be fit
To sing along
With a pair of sunset lungs

Where do you walk
Where do I taste the wind behind you
I lose my vail
In hopes that you will stare right trough me

I can hear you crying for that halo
That isn't even yours for you to lose
And you tell me that your bound to your circle
Concentrical

Toss me like a rope
And hopefully you'll have their approval
Inside the imitation that I loath
With the callow hands and the bad knees
All suckers for the taste of illusion

To hold and cradle
I lose my faith
In hopes that you will stare right trough me

I can hear you crying for that halo
That isn't even yours for you to lose
And you tell me that your bound to your circle
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