Elliott Lyrics
Speed of Film

turn around. turn to me. maybe you're the one
who's overrated. this painted town is blinding me,
silver shock in its glow. trust the moving colors.
trust the random actions. this normal life, it's
not so simple. gate our conversation from their
armored rumors. this normal life is not so simple.
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predatory profiling is causing me to change shape.
form their own illusions, form of metamorphosing.
it's escaping me to keep it in. let it all fall
simple. let the color wash away. your motor
sensors let them in to stimulate the moments, this
time it's not your timing, this time it's not your
timing. flash forms of skin and ink are marvels of
the new world. this time it's not your timing.