Mascaron - Julien Marchal, Lissom

I see doubt built upon it

Be thinned out, spilt upon it

Easy vows built upon it

Be without, guilt upon it

Toy with the rest of my lung, my lung

Feign attention

I won’t — you know

I couldn’t cope

I couldn’t cope

Deep in doubt

Wilt on it

Be worn down

Linger on it

Toy with the rest of my lung, my lung

Feign attention

I won’t — you know

I couldn’t cope

I couldn’t cope

I couldn’t cope

I couldn’t cope

And proud, you threw me down a rope

It killed me

Endowed, you shut me in a 'home'

If only I could float

Are there maybe, are there maybe

Breaks in me, breaks in me?

Are there maybe, are there maybe

Breaks in me, breaks in me?

Are there maybe, are there maybe

Breaks in me, breaks in me?

Are there maybe, are there maybe

Breaks in me, breaks in me?