Chromarama - An Awful Lot

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Lyrics: I'm moving towards progress but still losing track.
Cause my design reminds me of the things I seem to lack.
With nothing more than adverse whispers and takes.
I've held out for the moments when the discord breaks.
Make no mistake.
I know I keep often talking shit about how I'd get well.
And none of that has changed.
I just need some time to get through this mess that I call hell.
And none of that has changed.
So, hear me out.
Awareness without nerve left me on the inside.
All of the things I found swallowed me alive.
And though I'm consumed, I can't be kept down.
I've been told you can turn this life around.
Make no mistake.
I know I keep often talking shit about how I'd get well.
And none of that has changed.
I just need some time to get through this mess I call hell.
And none of that has changed.
So, hear me out.
I use to be so filled with faith but scared to give it a name.
I don't know what it became but one thing was left the same.
I still feel it, I still feel it an awful lot.
Make no mistake.
I know I keep often talking shit about how I'd get well.
And none of that has changed.
I just need some time to get through this mess I call hell.
And none of that has changed.

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