Artist: Beaver
Song: Interstate

falling asleep...the heat of midday
falling asleep...I’m drifting away

time and again
weightlessness...a matter of perception
time and again
thoughtlessness...reaches near perfection

out of the flames...leave this wreckage behind
out of the flames...here’s a state I don’t mind

time and again
weightlessness...a matter of perception
time and again
thoughtlessness...reaches near perfection
a resurrection

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