Lyrics Melt the Key - Naomi

Melt the Key

70 shambles no glue on earth can fix
Some’ll survive, and some’ll acquire scars and tics
Whatever your name, whatever your face
It’s a public domain, way too private to embrace
That old sickening game
There’s an ocean of thoughts to erase
2, 3, 4 — Bolt that door!
All of the turns, all of it cheap
All of the secrets we never learned to keep
They just blister and burn
Whoever needs proof to believe?
76 to 78 — all of the dreams, all the silence, all the weight
Far out in the sticks
No commander in chief at the gate
2, 3, 4 — Bolt that door!
2, 4, 3 — Melt the key!
It’ll happen again, as far as this bag of bones can tell
It’ll happen again, it’ll happen again and again