I’m standing on the FUCKING precipice 
I’m finally diving in 

I’ve stood before here and I can begin to Grim/Grin

The missing pattern between you and me is the revibrating link that you can’t see 
And the patterns in the forest
And your changes in the corest/chorus

There is no blood flow in your wrist
I dare you to take your MOTHERFUCKING WRIST/RISCK

You were never woke and couldn’t be 
It’s in our ability to meta-see/meta-be/meta-rise and rise above our biology 

Chorus
We’re bonded over trauma, whatever that may be x3
	
Until your trapped in that cycle 
Depression is a rival, until your ready to confront that arrival

This is fact not fiction this evolutionary 

The patterns making sense 
And your sitting on the fence
You’ll face your (FUCKING) consequence

The attraction between you and me is based on melancholy 

I’ve finally seen the sun and it speaks to me
I know longer bear your sadness and gluttony 

Chorus
We’re bonded over trauma, whatever that may be x3

Until your trapped in that cycle 
Depression is a rival, until your ready to confront that arrival

GRIM

The dividing line between good and evil cross the heart of every human being 
Dansk/Australiean

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