Name: Play Dead by Idiot King
Duration: 4 min 12 s
Description: A rough draft recorded onto my phone just to get the idea down. I’ll record a better version soon as the song progresses!

You said that you were sorry
For something you said at the party
You weren’t talking about me

You were drunker than a flower
After an ugly rainstorm
But it didn’t bother me

You asked when I was gonna bring it up
I said I let it slide, you didn’t mean to get me upset

Don’t worry about it, it’s all in the past
Said I’ll cut you some slack if you cut me some back

I need to cut it out and relax
Let’s chop it up then run it back

It’s something that I’m working through
It’s something that I have to do
It’s something that I’ll do for you

When you told me I looked pretty 
I felt something shift deep within me
Like I woke up from a dream

You knew it was freezing
So you let me sleep in while
You were warming up my car

Said I’ve never been known like this before
You said to let it go, cus we're moving forwards now

Don’t worry about it, it’s all in the past
Said you’ll cut me some slack if I cut you some back

Said I can call you out, face the facts
Just don't sneak around, it’s not a trap

Bound by paperclips and glue
And sticks and stones to throw at you
It's something I don't wanna do

So it’s something that I’ll change for you
It’s something that I’ll change for you

We can take our time and rest
Hit the road and don't look back
Cut it out and just relax
Chop it up then run it back

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Spinning out, control it
Overflow, restrain it
Let it out, unload it
Lose control, regain it

Spinning out, control it
Spell it out, decode it
Write it down, compose it
Spit it out, decoded

Everything's an act
Extending the encryption 
Patiently in tact
Rehearsing intervention

Everything's an act
Relying upon reverence 
Designing to distract
Built upon remembrance

Call it out, devote it
Space it out, divide it
Odd one out, outvoted
Selling out, component

Spinning out, control it
Crawling out, escape it
Speaking out, ignited
End it now, dissolve it

Everything's an act
Pretense of contrition
Laying out the facts
Heart of palpitation

Everything's an act
Based upon perception
Designing to distract
Built upon deception

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A rough draft recorded onto my phone just to get the idea down. I’ll record a better version soon as the song progresses!

Play Dead

She calls her God “Miss Amelia”
And all that she sees
Puts her fears to rest
Beats the heart in her chest

She’s got paraphernalia
And all that she needs
Is on its way
You’ll see it any day

Yeah

“Miss Amelia and Me
We’ll show you possibilities

Miss Amelia and me
Miss Amelia and me”

See her adorned in regalia
She’s finally free
To do as she wish
To swarm like so many fish

She knows she’ll cure just what ails ya
You’re finally free
Slip it under your tongue
Don’t mean a thing to anyone

“Miss Amelia and Me
We’ll show you possibilities

Miss Amelia and me
Miss Amelia and me

Oh Miss Amelia, its you I adore
I can’t wait for the moment when you arrive at my door
Pay me no worry, splayed here on the floor
Much better to see them, the moon’s open sores"

Miss Amelia

The roughest of drafts. A little worse every day.

Play Dead

Idiot King

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