Sounds of Faces - Neat Storms

Can't call it cool
Just breezing through
These neat storms
Don't feel fine
Fetishizing
The dead and the dying
Got great growth trends
Sacrificing
Certain niceties
Could drag these teeth
Through pleasantries
And creek muck
Do you know?
Does it show?
Does it show?
Do you know?
No nose blood flow
Cauterized clean
Sweet smoky meat steam
Tack thistle fog
To thick cricket drawl
Embalming the dusk again
Four-fifteen years
Feels nostalgic
In a chic light
Take twenty two
Proves to be
A grim hue
Did you know?
Did it show?
Did it show?
Did you know?

Written by:
Connor Peavey, Mike Homnick, Reilly Peavey

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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