Scales lyrics

[Hook]
I put my life on the scale
Just to see if it would break
The polygons keeping the shape
It's just another second tick until you meet with your fate

[Verse 1]
I used to think that it was smoke and mirrors
That death was just a stupid plot device
And then I saw my daddy on that table
My vision blurry and my thoughts were white
The slowest train still hits you like the fastest of bullets
If there's a lever for a do over, I'd grab it and pull it
And now my brain is plagued with what-if's that I'll never know the answer to
Cause I was grooving out of step to tempos no one dances to
I ponder what the reaper's like, a man or a woman?
If it works in spontaneity or plans when it's coming
If it's heard my little rhythms, does it care when I'm drumming?
Does it wonder what is broke?
And I don't know but here's to hoping
I'm afraid

[Hook]
I put my life on the scale
Just to see if it would break
The polygons keeping the shape
It's just another f*cking question hurled deep into space
[Verse 2]
I used to think it was a magic trick
That life was bunnies jumping out the brim
Reporting live from the asterisk
I scanned the room and saw the crowd was thin
The slowest car still hits you like the fastest of comets
If there's a locket for a do-over, I'd stab it, unlock it
And now my mind is filled with dust
It's never leaving my skull
A population of some heights
And I've been dreaming to come
I often wonder what the reaper's like, a man or a woman?
If it's hand will twist the mind or f*cking slam in my stomach
If it's heard my melodies, does it care when I'm humming?
Does it pick up our emotions when it's going through the motions
I'm afraid

[Hook]
I put my life on the scale
Just to see if it would break
The polygons keeping the shape
My mind is going full sprint and I can't keep up the pace
I used to...

[Sample]
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[Outro]
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