The light inside is flowing out
A mother holds her pride, And glances to the ground
A key was left for her to find
Her seeds were lost inside, A shroud of endless clouds
Does it feel all right
'Cause you seem uptight
In a sea of relevance, Riding through the wind
A seething wave of decadence, A lost communion
A scent explosion wakes your mind
Afraid the clocks will stop, And all will tumble down
She reached to touch the waterline
A faded cloth will rot, And all began to drop
Does it feel all right
'Cause it seems all right
In a sea of relevance, Riding through the wind
A seething wave of decadence, A lost communion
Uranium 235 - Scent Explosion Lyrics
Uranium 235 - Scent Explosion Lyrics
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The light inside is flowing out
A mother holds her pride, And glances to the ground
A key was left for her to find
Her seeds were lost inside, A shroud of endless clouds
Does it feel all right
'Cause you seem uptight
In a sea of relevance, Riding through the wind
A seething wave of decadence, A lost communion
A scent explosion wakes your mind
Afraid the clocks will stop, And all will tumble down
She reached to touch the waterline
A faded cloth will rot, And all began to drop
Does it feel all right
'Cause it seems all right
In a sea of relevance, Riding through the wind
A seething wave of decadence, A lost communion
A mother holds her pride, And glances to the ground
A key was left for her to find
Her seeds were lost inside, A shroud of endless clouds
Does it feel all right
'Cause you seem uptight
In a sea of relevance, Riding through the wind
A seething wave of decadence, A lost communion
A scent explosion wakes your mind
Afraid the clocks will stop, And all will tumble down
She reached to touch the waterline
A faded cloth will rot, And all began to drop
Does it feel all right
'Cause it seems all right
In a sea of relevance, Riding through the wind
A seething wave of decadence, A lost communion