Frying in the Mix - Such Gold

Despite my hopes to live a long life I’m climbing up the gates

It feels so safe already in the grave

No subtle hints of screaming at myself again

Was it intentional to find yourself a vegetable frying in the mix?

You know I’d tell you the truth but I don’t know shit

Parting ways with time

Parting ways with Gods among us now

I’ll tell you what you want to hear just send your signals, make it clear to me

Same stale sky

Nothing falling on our heads tonight

Stare right through, can’t make the colors change for you

Fall on top of everything I’ve made

I think I like it this way

A simple misdirection is the key

It makes me feel like I’m not foaming at the mouth again or rotting with the

best of them

You know I’d tell you the truth but I don’t know shit

Parting ways with time

Parting ways with Gods above us now