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Cosmic Abyss Video (MV)




Performed By: Myles Bullen
Length: 2:48
Written by: Myles Bullen




Myles Bullen - Cosmic Abyss Lyrics
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I've been plagued to vacate comfy surroundings
Abdicate romance
Abandon commitments
Convictions got me grounded
Like going overboard head first
Before learning the fundamentals of swimming that hurts
Drowning in the source of all life how ironic?
Invisible god as a witness how iconic?
Knocks at doors collecting prophet
Cross pollinate to the offense of an awful conscious
Our synthesis Is hypnotic aquatically dripping ambition
Chanting psychotically our vision epiphany polished
We belong to the cosmic abyss and we don't owe you shit!
Promenade with bodies wearing name-tags
Softly disappearing with a sonic enchantment
Marveling your tenderness
Ceremonious house shows
So hospitable
Never know where life goes
Answers are subsequent
Seeking for secrets to be seen then deleted
I fiddle with minutes
Put some cinnamon in it
I'm f*cking screaming for a deeper meaning
But I guess that passion was absent today
Roll out that yoga mat
Chant mantras
Press palms together pray
That mom lives another day
God doesn't have a word to say
F*cking speechless like always
I put my faith in warm people on the cold days
Get to know yourself first before you ever get to know me
Elevate
Feeling high
Celebrate
Wonder why
Meditate before I die
What a waste of good time
Swallow candle flames
Gonna make myself shine
Follow all the greats
Gonna make art with rhymes
Gonna need a bigger place
More space with more time
Gotta fist full of wishes
Ambition is lifting
And hitting the ceiling
Gotta put in the minutes
The hours are stacking up
No one is sleeping
Devoted to dopeness
Grateful as f*ck
I don't get dope sick no more
Nope I'm done
Addiction to pharmaceutical prescriptions
Is R.I.P
Dead to me
Unequivocally
I kill the possibility of not being heard
I put the weight of a dead body in my words
Word
I'm growing out of this greenhouse
I need richer soil in order to grow my dreams out
Out of this world
With a supine twist
I spin webs with merchant lips
A maternal wordsmith
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I've been plagued to vacate comfy surroundings
Abdicate romance
Abandon commitments
Convictions got me grounded
Like going overboard head first
Before learning the fundamentals of swimming that hurts
Drowning in the source of all life how ironic?
Invisible god as a witness how iconic?
Knocks at doors collecting prophet
Cross pollinate to the offense of an awful conscious
Our synthesis Is hypnotic aquatically dripping ambition
Chanting psychotically our vision epiphany polished
We belong to the cosmic abyss and we don't owe you shit!
Promenade with bodies wearing name-tags
Softly disappearing with a sonic enchantment
Marveling your tenderness
Ceremonious house shows
So hospitable
Never know where life goes
Answers are subsequent
Seeking for secrets to be seen then deleted
I fiddle with minutes
Put some cinnamon in it
I'm f*cking screaming for a deeper meaning
But I guess that passion was absent today
Roll out that yoga mat
Chant mantras
Press palms together pray
That mom lives another day
God doesn't have a word to say
F*cking speechless like always
I put my faith in warm people on the cold days
Get to know yourself first before you ever get to know me
Elevate
Feeling high
Celebrate
Wonder why
Meditate before I die
What a waste of good time
Swallow candle flames
Gonna make myself shine
Follow all the greats
Gonna make art with rhymes
Gonna need a bigger place
More space with more time
Gotta fist full of wishes
Ambition is lifting
And hitting the ceiling
Gotta put in the minutes
The hours are stacking up
No one is sleeping
Devoted to dopeness
Grateful as f*ck
I don't get dope sick no more
Nope I'm done
Addiction to pharmaceutical prescriptions
Is R.I.P
Dead to me
Unequivocally
I kill the possibility of not being heard
I put the weight of a dead body in my words
Word
I'm growing out of this greenhouse
I need richer soil in order to grow my dreams out
Out of this world
With a supine twist
I spin webs with merchant lips
A maternal wordsmith
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Writer: Myles Bullen
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