Beat Up - Helms Alee

Oh no, did you stray?

Brought way down here from the softness where you lay

Most can’t go back but you can train face

Dig in, shore up

Strands

Floating the weight

On a cloud of groundless faith

Ain’t no bed to make

No laying in mistakes

When the mind is in this state

Holding for a pause

Stocking for a stay

Trolling for a placement in the clay

Made, strained

From the same egg

In, up

Strands

Blissed out in a maze

Feeling blindly, out of phase

Listen when the rains tell you to engage

Pull the wool

And face your fate

Small, hate

First second of eight

Cold

First second of an eight

Small, hate

First second of eight

Cold

First second of an eight

Like uni to the sea