Jonathan Mann - The Mundane
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Give yourself over to what you are
A tangled mess of electricity
Something broken behind your eyes
A thousand shards of whispering selves
Call upon the twisted dreams
To inform the mundane
Standing there, brushing your teeth
The deepest wells are never dry
Murder looks like innocence
Chained and screaming trauma bound
If you’ve got enough to trade
Hollow armies can be your home
A tangled mess of electricity
Something broken behind your eyes
A thousand shards of whispering selves
Call upon the twisted dreams
To inform the mundane
Standing there, brushing your teeth
The deepest wells are never dry
Murder looks like innocence
Chained and screaming trauma bound
If you’ve got enough to trade
Hollow armies can be your home