Suddenly you're shaken with pain, shooting down inside you
And now you're crumbling away but this isn't like you
It doesn't stop 'till it beaks down all you know
your breathing locks and your balance goes
Ladadadada
It takes a minute
Ladadadada
it doesn't finish
Ladadadada
You're breaking faster
Ladadadada
You're nothing after
There's nothing after
You try to make your escape, but the blows keep on coming
And as the dust clear away, you start to notice something
each time a piece crashes down into the floor
you're a little lighter that just before
Ladadadada
it takes a minute
Ladadadada
it doesn't finish
Ladadadada
you'll see it after
Ladadadada
when you look backward
when you look backwards
And now you're eyes shift from negative spaces
to contours that light up this rough cut design
and now you see it, you're sculpture in motion
you're unfinished art that keeps going, it keeps going
it keep going and going and going and going
Ladadadada (...)
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