Looms - Shrink lyrics

[Verse 1] Blacking out from white light. All is grey in hindsight Colours of the zeitgeist –pen and pad defines time Looms in the loops thinking maybe he might write ‘Instead of righting wrongs; the mic is on the limelight' Wrapped in rays. Blankest face at the soirée Eyes lit alone penning everything he can't say The reflection granted entry to the furnace Saw the token bones in a broken home – unfurnished Overdosed on sober tones… and in earnest I been working. At least I'm feeling like it anyways Toys out the pram. Voices echoing; ‘for heaven's sake.' Featherweight benevolent weapon setting to detonate N wreck the place with sarcasm and the tainted wit He paints on his alias quick. The same as this Paced it now the jaded kid spits pink pigments Tongue tied. Now we know why they told him to shrink figments