Wake, wake and the moments gone
Wake, wake and the moments gone
Wake, wake and the moments gone
Wake, wake and the moments gone
Then the door bell rings
Some ask u could
Spare a little time
To feel the weight that's mine
The lower down you go
Get out your heart get sniped
Caught in the wheels in dust tracks
Angle on the edge
Breathe

Feel your in too deep
So ill corrupt some ton
Drop it in the tin
An slither back within
Your crenelated wealth
Your educated self
Your family in rue-health
And all the joy it bring
Aren't we forgetting something?
Feed it on the ledge, Feed it on the ledge
Breathe, Breathe, Breathe, Breathe

And in the heat of bloom
You find you're like some dog
Parked up in a field
Medically sealed
Scratching at the wind shield

And howling at the glass
And anyone might walk past
Were you not aware?
Were you not aware?
Were you not aware?
Breathe

The sea of broken lives
Mechanics, doctor, house wives
Feed it on the ledge
Feed it on the ledge
Feed it on the ledge
And Breathe
Breathe

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Writer(s): DAVID GRAY