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lyrics
Lyrics:
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My mind set
Sounded better in my head
The words I won’t say
But talk around instead
I too got a black dog
Following me around
I named him “The Weight”
‘Cause he’s here to stay
Before I’ll even try
To unfuck this mess I made
I gotta get my head straight
But there’s always gravity
To pull on me and I cannot see
Through tired eyes
Now hear me out on my weekly hour here
The hour where I wear
My hearth on my sleeve
It’s mine to give away
But I can’t for free
And so I’ll hide
I’ll hide
I’ll hide
I’ll hide
I’ll hide away, ‘cause I love words more than you can say
And before I’ll even try
To unfuck this mess I made
I gotta get my head straight
But there’s always gravity
To pull on me and I cannot see
Through tired eyes
Through tired eyes
Through tired eyes
Get out of your mind
Your mind’s holding you down
Down deep in the dark
The dark leads you nowhere
Get out of your mind
Your mind’s holding you down
Down deep in the dark
The dark leads you nowhere
Now before I’ll even try
Just to unfuck the big mess I’ve made
I gotta get my head on straight
And I gotta loose the blank stare that I wear
But every motherfucker talking only dirt
Words lost on me and I cannot see
Through tired eyes
Get out of your mind
Your mind’s holding you down
Down deep in the dark
The dark leads you nowhere
Get out of your mind
Your mind’s holding you down
Down deep in the dark
The dark leads you nowhere
Get out of your mind
Your mind’s holding you down
Down deep in the dark
The dark leads you nowhere
Get out of your mind
Out of your mind
Out of your mind
So before I’ll even try
I gotta get my head on straight
But there’s pulling gravity
And I cannot see
Through tired eyes
Before I’ll even try
To unfuck this mess I made
I gotta get my head straight
But there’s always gravity
To pull on me and I cannot see
Through tired eyes
Through tired eyes
Through tired eyes
Through tired eyes
‘Cause I love words more than you can say
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021