Is this all just another job
Another version of me
Strung up to a thousand clocks
Tethered to strange ancestry
Can I drop my anchor
Can I set myself free
Strung up to a thousand jobs
They all take a small piece of me
Can I drop my anchor
Can I set myself free
Strung up to a thousand jobs
They all take a small piece of me
A composite sketch of your own past
Stare right at it as the days pass
How do I shed this larval mind?
What's waiting on the other side?
Say what you want but show me truth
I'm sorry for the hurt I caused you
Where did that little shithead go
Sick of kicking cans down the road
I have seen them floating
I have watched them dance
They signed their name in his book
I heard the acolytes all chant
I have seen them floating
Tangled up in plants
They beckoned me towards them
Thought I'd give it a chance
Cornelius Julius - Subterranean Tongues Lyrics
Cornelius Julius - Subterranean Tongues Lyrics
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Is this all just another job
Another version of me
Strung up to a thousand clocks
Tethered to strange ancestry
Can I drop my anchor
Can I set myself free
Strung up to a thousand jobs
They all take a small piece of me
Can I drop my anchor
Can I set myself free
Strung up to a thousand jobs
They all take a small piece of me
A composite sketch of your own past
Stare right at it as the days pass
How do I shed this larval mind?
What's waiting on the other side?
Say what you want but show me truth
I'm sorry for the hurt I caused you
Where did that little shithead go
Sick of kicking cans down the road
I have seen them floating
I have watched them dance
They signed their name in his book
I heard the acolytes all chant
I have seen them floating
Tangled up in plants
They beckoned me towards them
Thought I'd give it a chance
Another version of me
Strung up to a thousand clocks
Tethered to strange ancestry
Can I drop my anchor
Can I set myself free
Strung up to a thousand jobs
They all take a small piece of me
Can I drop my anchor
Can I set myself free
Strung up to a thousand jobs
They all take a small piece of me
A composite sketch of your own past
Stare right at it as the days pass
How do I shed this larval mind?
What's waiting on the other side?
Say what you want but show me truth
I'm sorry for the hurt I caused you
Where did that little shithead go
Sick of kicking cans down the road
I have seen them floating
I have watched them dance
They signed their name in his book
I heard the acolytes all chant
I have seen them floating
Tangled up in plants
They beckoned me towards them
Thought I'd give it a chance
Writer: Conor Hicks
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