212. Knives Not Sharpened
from lara's hype eng
212. Knives Not Sharpened from lara's hype eng vol. N. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/212 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/304 Lyrics: [Verse 1] Some people live on the ground — in food, in flowers, in hands, Some live thirty-seven floors up in data and diagrams. Body on the couch, mind somewhere past the clouds, Quantum dissertation open, don't come in, don't make a sound. [Chorus] Knives not sharpened — so what? Context is loaded, don't touch it. Cerebral bones falling out of the sky — Wait until the row resolves, then say hi. Pause the world at the door, I'll come back when the math is done. [Verse 2] Nanny from Zakarpattia, barging in at noon: Why's the man home and the knives still dull? He's in orbit. He can't hear you. He won't hear you soon. Someone tells me to ground myself — I hear the sound Of my own skull hitting thirty floors of ground. I want the surface of the world on hold Until the problem's warm, until the thread's been told. [Chorus] Knives not sharpened — so what? Context is loaded, don't touch it. Cerebral bones falling out of the sky — Wait until the row resolves, then say hi. Pause the world at the door, I'll come back when the math is done. [Bridge] It's not that I forgot the weather's nice. It's that the sequence hasn't closed. Every interruption costs me twice — One to fall, one to get back to where I was. [Outro] The row will close. I'll open the door myself. Just leave me the sky — I'll return to everything else.
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