[Lyric] Turned Muffled (Dame Deila The Myth)

Same name, tamed shame
Warm mist, grill grate
The mean mocked in brain made messes of light ramblings
Beauty once shone there, between ears brimmed world stairs
Dared to lose the smart stares for bone layers and fuck lairs
Pressed against the dress
Lips squished in the sheets, slam
Slurpy sticky tricky tipped car trips shipped from existence
We now have tattered ditzes and a collection of sweet pеrv threads
Lured down to the lamp light fatе for a lay in sticky resins

Shirt stain raker taked my muddy rain breaker, I later learnt
I mean not be scary
Black wind carried the maced lady to the window with a burnt bag of spoiled grins we rubbed on my face later
I washed the markings at dawn but they stuck with braun
Years in ten I’ve been bent in sanguine attempts to remove the dried mask
Huddled I spear the last remaining gaffes i passed while blasting muffled bliss beards sleeping in pools of shit smears
Spiraled void signs the nightingale’s loins
Blue city screeches, the hue is pretty but a pity which taunts ceaselessly those who believe to be bity, like me
Curdled, I flee my unease with deeds in the public feed
“They’re looking at me”
Extinguish your pathetic seam, yes me
Stiff, scared, sweaty
He’s stalled plenty crawling through glass heavy, finally giving the lady her bounty will be a pleasure for both parties