77. Easter Island
from lara's hype eng
77. Easter Island from lara's hype eng vol. E. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/77 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/150 Lyrics: [Verse 1] I had just laid my soul out on the table — Italy voted, news came through the wire. Hadn't even exhaled, hadn't found my footing, already underwater, already on fire. [Verse 2] Somewhere there's an island, no election coverage, Tasmania, Easter Island, somewhere cold and quiet. Closer to the roots, further from the people who keep on choosing chaos every time they try it. [Chorus] Didn't finish unrolling — already broken. Didn't make it upright — already swept away. Mandrakes in the ground don't cast a ballot, mandrakes just grow quiet in the clay. [Verse 3] Soul fibres aren't steel, they snap in September, the world won't hold its breath while you collect yourself. But somewhere at the edge, in cold and windless silence, there's still land that no one's claimed yet for themselves. [Chorus] Didn't finish unrolling — already broken. Didn't make it upright — already swept away. Mandrakes in the ground don't cast a ballot, mandrakes just grow quiet in the clay. [Outro] Closer to the roots. Closer to the roots.
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