Fog Whispers lyrics

[spoken]
“I just wrote the words ‘lo-fi Dead by Daylight-inspired bedroom pop” and wanted to know—do you guys just expect to produce Apocalypse-themed art indefinitely or something? The Apocalypse is HERE and NOW. Tick-tock, chop chop!”

Fears, I have ’em
Whistlin’ in the blue dark
Tears, I shed ’em

Teammate’s comin’
I always talk when I’m doin’ the gens
Can’t stop goin’

Runnin’ through a tense, complex thought
Chased by the killer of trippin’ and fallin’
I’ve tripped and fallen so many times
Pick myself back up, drop a pallet
Run the thought around until I see a clear opening

Falling isn’t my enemy
Being afraid of falling is
Fallin’s a chance to be heaved back over
Brush myself off
Fallin’ happens

Fallin’ happens
Whittlin’ in the blue dark
My idealisms
Teammate’s comin’
I always talk when I’m doin’ the gens
Can’t stop goin’

Runnin’ through a tense, complex thought
Chased by the killer of trippin’ and fallin’
I’ve tripped and fallen so many times
Pick myself back up, drop a pallet
Run the thought around until I see a true opening

Wrongness isn’t the killer
Being afraid of bein’ wrong is
Wrongness is a chance to be helped back over
By God, brush myself off
Wrongness happens

It’s good to be wrong
It’s good to f*ck around sometimes
It’s good for the soul
Grit how to pick up
One more time

I’ve been downed so many times in life
Never mind that, keep sprintin’
It’s just life
Life’s for livin’
Runnin’ through a tense, complex thought
Chased by the killer of trippin’ and fallin’
I’ve tripped and fallen so many times
Pick myself back up, drop a pallet
Run the thought around until I see a true opening

Runnin’ through a tense, complex argument
Chased by the killer who’s impatiently barterin’
I’ve tripped and fallen so many times
Pick myself back up, drop a pallet
Run the thought around until I see a new harborin’

Teammate’s dockin’
I always talk when I’m doin’ the gens
Can’t stop talkin’

Fears, I have ’em
Whistlin’ in the blue dark
Tears, I shed ’em