I wrote this song a few months ago. I put my self in the shoes of someone who feels incomplete (with a little of my own life experiences thrown in for good measure).
Untitled (Retitled)
We are outlines of songs to a demo
Underdeveloped film in the studio
Empty shells of former humans
Unfinished masterpieces
We are scared to be completed
Content in being beaten
We never want the first space
It's easier to blame from second place
We are remnants of our former selves
A run-down house with ransacked shelves
We are clouds that refuse to rain
We are songs with no refrain
I am Satan and I can't take this heat
A town with torn up streets
I am forced to hope I am something I am not
I am Satan and it's fucking hot
Our eyes are glazed over to the prefect ending
Our minds our blocked to our methodic mending
We are unwritten songs on a demo
Underdeveloped film in the studio
Empty shells of former humans
Unfinished...
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