aimusic.one

[Fade In]
[Instrumental Percussion]
[Verse 1]  
Morning's light spills into basins and counters,
The unheard pitter patter jettisoned downward. 
Each droplet gets a moment to glisten in the sun,
One hit wonders with their fifteen minutes done.

A bus along the curving road its shadow throws,
Its windows, fogged with sleepy snot-filled angry prose.
Passengers sway as flowers do in gentle breeze,
Their heads keep time to flickers, in wild childish ease.

[Chorus]  
In the steady hum that shapes each minute’s toll
My thoughts rumble on, ramble on, get trampled on
Making peace is hard when it’s sliced out of the whole
My thoughts rumble on, ramble on, get trampled on


[Rising Pre-Chorus]
BETWEEN THE TURNING OF A LOCK,  
AND THE SHOCK AS THE LAST FEW STITCHES POP.
THE KEY TURNS, METAL AGAINST METAL.
AGAINST HANDHOLDS
AGAINST SKIN FOLDS
AGAINST HELLHOLES. 

[Violins]
[Chorus]  
In the steady hum that shapes each minute’s toll.
My thoughts rumble on, ramble on, get trampled on.
Making peace is hard when it’s sliced out of the whole.
My thoughts rumble on, ramble on, get trampled on.

[Verse 3] [Crescendo]
The boiling pot shrieks through the hazy space. 
Steam rises, dancing upward, desperate to escape.
First the softness coddles, 
then it covers, 
then it tethers. (ooo-ooo)
Prod my thoughts on,
push them downward. 
Through the pillows, feel the feathers. (ooo-oo0)

[Chorus]  
In the steady hum that shapes each minute’s toll
My thoughts rumble on, ramble on, get trampled on
Making peace is hard when it’s sliced out of the whole
My thoughts rumble on, ramble on, get trampled on

Making peace is hard when it’s sliced out of the whole
My thoughts rumble on, ramble on, get trampled on.
[outro]