Disassociated patterns
Giving nothing away
I blame all the talk
Tell me what are all those minds
Rubbing pointless to do

Crawling eyes stripping scrape
For something worth us to see
It can't cover up the panic of the thought
That there's not anything

Oh so am I
So let it go
Oh so am I
So let it go
Oh so am I
So let it go
Oh so am I
So let it go

Not unaware but once there
All we want is to sleep
I laugh when I try
There's something cold even closer
And it's eighty degrees

Lay down on the tracks
Of the meanings b-line
I can't feel it cut
Want crushed, want love
Somewhere in its design

Oh so am I
So let it go
Oh so am I
So let it go
Oh so am I
So let it go
Oh so am I
So let it go