"Undergrowth" lyrics
"Undergrowth"
Put your thumb and fingers around my neck
The wooden knob on a cabinet
Pull me open and see what's inside
Do you worry about what comes next?
This new obliqueness that we'll deal with
Just pull me open and see what's inside
Ergonomic for the rest of my days
I'd rather melt, melt, melt, melt, melt, melt, melt away
Ergonomic for the rest of my days
I'd rather melt, melt, melt, melt, melt, melt, melt away
Ergonomic for the rest of my days
I'd rather melt, melt, melt, melt, melt, melt, melt away
Ergonomic for the rest of my days
I'd rather melt, melt, melt, melt
Did you imagine a great white plane
With every detail of a filmic grain?
Are you a cynic, just like me?
Quick and easy, undergrowth, consume me
You'll never know I'm even there
You'll never know I'm even there
You'll never know I'm even there
You'll never know I'm even there
Well, this isn't what I wanted
So many options to be disappointed
Beneath the things you don't think about
In the undergrowth where I melt
Well, this isn't what I wanted
So many options to be disappointed
Beneath the things you don't think about
In the undergrowth where I melt
Well, this isn't what I wanted
So many options to be disappointed
Beneath the things you don't think about
In the undergrowth where I melt
You'll never know I'm even there
You'll never know I'm even there
Writer(s): Oliver Judge, Laurie Nankivell, Arthur Leadbetter, Louis Borlase, Anton Pearson
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- Squid Lyrics
album:
"O Monolith" (2023)
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