Lowswimmer - Torpor lyrics

[Lowswimmer - Torpor lyrics]

You sat in on every second of torture
You let me roll myself up in a ball,  but

It’s gotta be out of my head now
It’s gotta be out of my hands now

It set in, the glorious hour of boredom
Assembling the audience out of the firewood

It’s gotta be as close as it gets now
It’s gotta be seconds from death now


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