Lyrics Master Of Making - Dayshell

Master Of Making

I came to you with open hands
But you disappeared (disappeared)
What about the time we both descent into imaginal friends?
Oh would you throw me away?
It just don’t make sense
I’m falling in this porcelain face
You won’t pass the test, you’re just like the rest
You won’t pass the test
Oh would you throw me away?
I came to you with open hands
But you disappeared
What about the time we both descent into imaginal friends
Are you a foe or a friend?
Oh would you throw me away?
It just don’t make sense
I’m falling in this porcelain face
You won’t pass the test, you’re just like the rest
You won’t pass the test
Oh would you throw me away?
Come to me
I promise you’ll feel it
With touch you’ll see
I’m no joke I’m concrete
It’s easy to fake it
The master of making
The spirit of freedom erases the need of your preach
I’m the future
I’m the man
I’m the loser that can take you on
Oh would you throw me away?
It just don’t make sense
I’m falling in this porcelain face
You won’t pass the test, you’re just like the rest
You won’t pass the test
Oh would you throw me away?
You won’t pass the test, you’re just like the rest
You won’t pass the test
Oh would you throw me away?