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lirik lagu nerfonator - s on my chest

[intro: peter s. atlas]
now, do you recall any particular experiences growing up in front of a screen?

[verse 1]
i can recall it like it’s yesterday
somewhat vividly with the yellow haze
filter colour lemonade reminiscin’ on better days
memories spinnin’ faster with tinted glasses on
but i can pick out every facet that made those minutes great
six to eight in age, minute maid in my left hand
remote in the right, tryna decide, “what’s on the set, nan’?”
hеavenly recipes fly whеn she pry the oven door
i guess the dough still comin’ in through all the strife of these episodes
you never know how much time you got left ‘til they hit heaven’s notes
with every breath, they choke
the anaesthesia couldn’t coat her lungs
succumbin’ to the cousin of amnesia, static
while i’m piecin’ together these fragments through synesthesia
at my own leisure, i paint a picture
with a frame that’s bigger than what’s captured on the tv screen
or a mona lisa piece you’ll find hoisted in a museum
i think the leaded paints are bitin’ back
i can feel the poison seepin’ deeper
but as i continue these streaks across the painting
the speakers clog with grain and gradually so
with every scene or conversation, the static seeps slow
until the screen allots the pain and the tragedy shows
through a grey and ivory glow turned ebony~nothin’
the first episode, i thought it was the telly screen buggin’
until the dialogue theory shows:
“i can’t remember, do you take sugar on your cheerios?
white or brown? do you like it bound to the cereal?
remind now, what was your name? can you hear me, doll?”
this mental tug of war, my dome contours to the material
channelin’ a manic episode but suppose that’s how the series goes
it seems as though every scene is a rerun
this slope’s a steep one, and it still feel like it ain’t even begun
[interlude: peter s. atlas]
it seems you’re experiencing these memories with a particular person in mind

[verse 2]
what was the last honest thought we traded?
even i can’t remember our last conversation
no exchange of alligators, you were beyond a stable connection
the grain consumed the television set and diluted the concentration
brood, often impatient
but through the rock and pavement
blooms a stalk with shades of blue~red combination
tulips sp~wn with grace
but as soon as the moon is loomin’
they droop and sprawl with haste
my two chops locked agape
i envisioned chewin’ fat and unravelin’ more yarn
before you start losin’ track and our axles are torn apart
‘cause at heart, we wouldn’t have to capture all the dialogue
stretch the thread a mile long
makin’ home out of your cold, idle plot
i couldn’t fathom how easily things could slip away
i’d like to imagine one more dinner plate before the dishes break
one more course as the memories exit the picture frame
and hit the tv screen with a vivid display
‘cause now the picture that i paint rags on a pollock canvas
and i’m speakin’ on behalf of the damages
the screen brandishes static, the image sporadically vanishes
your consciousness abandon ship in a manic fit, can’t handle this
boredom’s just findin’ no pleasure in peace
so, sever a piece of my mind, take the thought and let it be
please, i hope that you find peace within the static
erratic speech as i see your light refractin’ off my eye
tears dry, fears die or rather set the scene
‘cause you were the star, but now that moment is a memory
i hold it with this melody and share it en twine
that static gon’ last you a very long time
i hope you rest in peace
[interlude: peter s. atlas]
okay, i think we’re gonna stop there

[verse 3]
down in the system, down in the system
can’t process this nonsense you spout with conviction
my vision is blurred, the image is spurred sporadic
i just hope that you find peace within the static
shattered prisms, uh
we’re losing a connection
you’re not connecting
things don’t connect with you
and every time i’m checking in, nothing’s repaired
i don’t expect it to, but despair is my reflection
you are not who you used to be
it’s just static through your tv screen
things ain’t what they seem to be
but if they really save the last for best
tell them that you can rest and i’ll pass with your s on my chest
i miss you
i miss you

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