Skydiving in the City

from It's a Whimsical Afterlife by Avenade

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lyrics

I feel you in this smog
Of course, you’re an American girl
Your skin, it melts like the screen on my back door
Your face is so pristine, it thaws my heartbreak
My baby’s toxic waste
Only my midnight drive
I can feel your heart barely confident as it beats heavy in my hand
You vanish to dust, I breathe you in

Won’t you forget my name in a second?
Our brains are faulty machines from armageddon
Won’t you come haunt me in my sleep
I need an extra boost of joy in this dead world
We’re killing off our children
We never even laid a finger on their face
I’m starving for a green patch of sweet grass
And some mud to wash it down
I’m sickened of all this attitude

Oh, you’re just so cool
I wish I can get a drink of your warm milk in a pool

I wanna hold you so bad, I'm incorrigible
Your lips they stick like glue, your tongue is like bubblegum
Let this heat wave mold us to the crust
I wake from my premonition, the century's brand new
I'm finished
The lights in my cubicle shine from the moments to come
I’ll leap out the window of this high-rise
It’s going to spread my guts all over the whole street block

Ah, you're going to shut me up
And when I've had enough of myself, we'll be making this right

Our mother Earth is ripe
Her mother Nature is on her way
She's going to tear up the sky, consume her face
And she will spit out the seeds

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from It's a Whimsical Afterlife, released November 8, 2019

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