What doesn’t exist, because you do not exist.
It had propped me alive, that day from a dream.
I want to be fulfilled, and it had felt like I was.
That’s gone. I suppose. Like waking on Monday.

What doesn’t exist, because you do not exist.
It had propped me alive, that day from a dream.
I want to be fulfilled, and it had felt like I was.
That’s gone. I suppose. Like waking on Monday.

All in a lambent rhythm
All in a lambent rhythm

I have gone off the wall, I’ve gone a little off the wall
My parasympathetic systems just don’t fire right.
Nothing holds but despair, nothing holds for me but this despair
Mingled in the static noise I hear a squeal of joy

All in a lambent rhythm
All in a lambent rhythm

What doesn’t exist, because you do not exist.
It had propped me alive, that day from a dream.
I want to be fulfilled, and it had felt like I was.
You’re to blame, entirely, for this confusion.

All in a lambent rhythm
All in a lambent rhythm