Locked up in a bag of skin confronted with a world…Īn external, alien, foreign world that is not “me” Of our phony feeling that we are something lonely This is one of the symptoms of our phony sense of identity If you in the left lane and goin’ the speed limitĪnd it’s been a pleasure, and i’m your boy I must say, if you want some of that local home-grownĪnd uh, y’all be safe out here in these streetsĪnd uh i’m ‘bout to get ready to sign off So uh i think that’s… he gave us little nuggets of wisdom right there I must say man, track after track was justĪnd if you can live life just, you know, just being truthful We’re about to wrap this thing up tonight y’all, and uhĪnd i wanna give a very special thanks to the young king hailing from alabamaĪnd he blessed us with that world premiere of “the pink moon” and uh Send a note to those who care (tell me you care)Īnd hold on tight with careful grip (hold on tight to me) It’s nothing serious, i’m just falling apartĪt the thought of it all, let this note be my callĪnother lonely night befalls again (befalls again)Ĭatch me now if you’re a friend (don’t let me fall) Ignoring the calls from those i talked last Until the voices play me all of their tonesĭo with it what you want, my identity’s yours Just let me drown (sing my name) Sing my name to your godĪnd becomes the grave that i shall lie down in Watch me fly into the dark (into the dark) Title: Sing my name to seraphim // and see that i feel isolated. Sing my name to seraphim // and see that i feel isolated.
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