WOOOH This track m8 .

The Original Inspiration for this track came when Glaze wanted to try something Heavy and I'm the guy for yo heaviness MA MEN (?

but srsly , this track is Inspired on people who fight with themselves everyday.

Pretty Straight forward heh

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Lyrics:

Glaze

The water's deep enough to drown us all
You're thrashing aimlessly against the wall

Gato

You want affection
I lost my way to get to you,
and that smile I missed
slowly fades away from you

Both

But your mind is fools gold
dripping on your shoulders as you come through
And your thoughts are turning cold
Sometimes the way out is through the mold

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your foe's made it through your past

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your glass of relief won't last

Glaze

The fire's heat dissolves the path you walk
it manifest itself from thoughts ignored

Gato

You want affection
I lost my way to get to you,
I miss the smile that
slowly fades away from you.

Both

But your mind is fools gold
dripping on your shoulders as you come through
And your thoughts are turning cold
Sometimes the way out is through the mold

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your foe's made it through your past

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your glass of relief won't last

-Solo-

But your mind is fools gold
dripping on your shoulders as you come through
And your thoughts are turning cold
Sometimes the way out is through the mold

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your foe's made it through your past

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your glass of relief won't last

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
You pull your head from the vice

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
To find yourself trapped in ice

But your mind is fools gold
dripping on your shoulders as you come through
And your thoughts are turning cold
Sometimes the way out is through the mold