Many Henry - Pulling at My Sadness Lyrics

Little bits of losing little somethings every time
Hiding every overture and opalescent rhyme
The moment I lose the trace of my mind
Scattered over repetitions of what I can't find

How can one believe that
In the endless sea, that
There are masterpieces and
There's are ones to beat, I can't

Lose myself to rhythm when
The faithful don't believe in it
They will call me heathen
It's connected to me now

I control my speech, it isn't crazy
If it still keeps me calm
Still I fantasize about your best features
I imagine my life in your palm

The danger of expression
Is the height of my repression
But without it this depression
Torments me again