What are you listening to?

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My body becomes isolated,
My heartbeat begins to rally,
My feelings are growling,
hunger crops up,
Chest, ribs, spine and skull,
I wonder what will become it?
Sinking and becoming mushy.
Fall and get lazy.
It's disappointing,
it's going to be painful,
blues
isolation dope

Sadness begins to grieve by itself.
The clubs themselves are going to make for a fucked up party.
It's simple, but it's a reason.
Advancing to retire and spread,
I guess I won't be able to do it.
Sinking and becoming mushy.
Fall and get lazy.
Soaked in and grazed,
This put on a fire.
Sinking and becoming mushy.
Fall and get lazy.
Lost and put on fire
This blues
isolation dope

My eyes are still open.

Sinking and becoming mushy.
Fall and get lazy.
It's troublesome,
it's called pain,
it's blues.
Turn on this,
Sinking and becoming mushy.
Fall and get lazy.
Lost and put on fire
This blues.
Until it gets chattery,
until it gets scratchy,
Until it is blessed,
until it is blessed
isolation dope