Lyrics Oblivion - Terrace Martin, Malaya

Oblivion

Oh I’m famished from feeling
Oh I’m damaged from healing
And my demons try to get inside of me
Basking in lonely
Estimate when it would be
What I would do to find me the truth
Cause I need it
Oblivion
Will I ever make it over
Will I see the sun in orbit
Will the sky give direction
Will it gimme meditation
Possibly a trap I’ll take it
Whether or not it’s tainted
Or if it calls for celebration
I’m just really sick a waiting
I’m sick of waiting
What I would do to find me the truth
Cause I need it
Oblivion
Fade
Familiar grain
Tends to change the way my
My Brain
Seeing in gray
Lost memory
Give me a break
Right hand became my left hand
Left hand in a head stand
Big toe tight stance
Head tilt to the side and
Back in, in a regrade
Now you know you need a re-name
Red is to blue and my name
Ties me down to a restrain
Freedom ring, freedom ring, freedom ring
Which will I come out fresh and clean
Is it me, who am in this?
Lost in the woods
I’m peeling
I’m peeling
What would I do
To find the truth
Find the truth
To find me the truth