Don't let me wake up
Marigold, marigold
Don't let me wake up
Marigold, marigold
The clock slows down where nothing grows
Weightless paper skin cracks to the bone
Fading fast, faster than I sink in
A fragile shadow
Come closer
Sense this static, dying tone
It's like I'm a small part of this offering
Yelling at the sky like my world don't know
I feel the dawn creep in
It's over
Stretching thin, where meaning dies
Staring straight into the sun
Bliss cannibal, bliss cannibal
My fragile shadow
A harboring of fog entwines the cold
Mysteries we seek from the soul
It's all we are
It's deep in us
Let me rot here in this grace, don't pull back
Like blood drying, watch this vessel melt away
Don't let me wake up
Marigold, marigold
Don't let me wake up
Marigold, marigold
Marigold, marigold
Marigold
As it is, what it was
Things we tell ourselves in the dark
As it is, what it was
Things we tell ourselves in the—
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