ZERO-G from SPLIT by Coup D'état, Lakeside Amusement Park

A sunbleached sheet hangs on the line
Covered in grass seed and dust
The wind comes and goes all the time
Threadbare it passes right through

The ants still roam the closets there
A childhood home in decay
Profane things, terror, despair,
Mouth dry i wake to the day

This is the original landscape
This is the original landscape

The fog of endless routine
In dreams find things gone missing
Hours spent languishing through
Unknown machinations
Countless eyes and ruthless smiles
Follow my malformed shape
Cortisol steeped my stifled cries
Stay with me until i wake

Your face, your face is still there
In the tilled soil of your grave
The soaked sheets of my terror
Your face, your face is still there
Your face, your face is still there
I miss it

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