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(feat. Red Ghost) "Sons and lost gods long forgotten" [Hook 1: Red Ghost] Change in life, moves so fast Thought delayed, as seconds pass [Verse 1: Muph] Head spinning, blood thinning, close to fainting These constant circles, whirlpools evaporating Raining later, similar conversations The faces change up, we move through to new relations I'm taken back, vertebrae working days And I think that I heard a snap Crack, there goes another gap to gain some length Another phase may of just scaled over the fence Rusted barbed wire impaling the present tense Still uptight, holding the railing to the heaven scent We'll never forget the effect left in a path Another one lost becomes a one with the dark [Hook 1: Red Ghost] [Verse 2: Muph] Remember kick to kick at the local oval SongtexteWhen best friends end, now I barely know you Hopeful you found a piece of that pie Enough food in that gut to keep you satisfied Minimal parasites parading your perimeter Fell on a deaf ear when they told you to give it up Surely big enough to fight your own battles But with memory intact, I'll be back to dismantle The candle, eventually burns down the wick As quick as they came, flickering flame Life inflicting change, switch positions When they finally leave is when we actually start missing Been flicking through photo albums And you want to tell them - what the hell you've been thinking [Hook 2: Red Ghost] Stepping back, turn away Days ago, when memories fade Torn apart, move so close Right to merge, clothe the most [Verse 3: Muph] It's like absence - might just make the mind grow stronger Start to feel fonder about part of your heart that'll make you a monster Jane Fonda, where the hell you been? Not on my tellie screen, you ain't helping me Jealousy often plays a part Siamese friendships get split in half Once the grass coloured vibe glazes eyes The face is a pride with tar and feather endeavour To get the better of wasted time Like you ain't no mate of mine, mind your business Kept up to date with the Jews, only to lose your misses Next Christmas in the blistering heat You'll be missing a certain presence Wondering, I hope they remember me [Hook 3: Red Ghost] Torn apart, move so close Right to merge, clothe the most Photographs, they're on display Hide behind, broken frames Aus Songtexte Mania