laid back with such intresting percussion. Love the mantra 'out of my hands'. Sometimes it be like that.

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A momentary lapse in reason
Another ghost ship sunken
I shuffle my feet over fallen leaves
Seasons past weren't meant to last
A cyclical standstill 
The stagnancy is warm, dive in
With every ounce of my being put forward
It's out of my hands, it's all in my hands
It's out of my hands, it's all in my hands
It's out of my hands, all in my hands, it's not in my hands

Tenderness is a condition
Granted with the grace to be alive
Thrown into the grave by dissonance

Faulted by design
Take the reins and pray
Rid of naivety
Deliberately create all it is you hate
Constantly debating
A pendulum in waiting
Savior seats are changing
Savior seats have changed
/

Vessel

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south florida
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