OATS - FLOOD Lyrics

?here's a hole in your bedroom floor
?his world is expiring
?ushing from the mouth of a fridge
?ou feel it pouring out
?nd there's no way around it
?he leak
ℑt settles beneath feet
?illing up the prints the you happened to leave
?reeding pool
?he beginning of uncertainty
?ill they ever have a chance to grow up same as me?
?o they wash away
?y the masses
?f waste that we made
?e a drain
?eft to clog
? drain
?eft to clog
ℑ'll take off my socks for the moment
ℌoping they'll dry in the morning
ℑ'll take off my socks for the moment
ℌoping they'll dry
ℑn the morning
?hat haven for rest has sunk
?o the depths of yesterday
?erging through worn tapestry
ℑt is soft
?o the touch
ℑt is sifting through fingers
?n infant with skin like December
?ou'd remember
?hen milk ran from mother's breast
?here were days
?here the tenderness settled
?hen youth belonged to the young
?ithout worry of death
?e a drain
?eft to clog
? drain
?eft to clog
ℑ'll take off my socks for the moment
ℌoping they'll dry in the morning
ℑ'll take off my socks for the moment
ℌoping they'll dry in the morning�̷͋�̶̮̭̾̑͒ͅ
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[residue]
?he drain
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?ou got away
?ou've got away to clog
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?one away to clog
?o away
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