Cam Rostami - Death Hour

Sensitivity for me
Can you all just let me be?
Too old to inherit the gold
In the paper you say hello

Emphatic you're a fanatic
Your lips semi-automatic
Overhead

Anaesthesia wearing thin
Tell me, tell me where you've been
Atmospheric soothing sounds
Nowhere left to go but down

Enigmatic in your attic
You're the spectrum, you're chromatic
Overhead

Easier done than said
Day turns to night
Up ahead, Overhead

Written by:
Cameron Rostami

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