Lyrics:
had to go through life (It's the Quiddity) Thinking bout it Yeah it's all in time (The Quiddity) Gotta do things Yeah down the line (The Quiddity
through this existence We've been tripping Through quiddity We don't run, jog, walk, fly, crawl or swim We just fall with luck into validity As times goes
Quiddity has now called Floating towards the island of Ephemeris In hope I will reach the shore Reminiscing thoughts from the first time I fell in love Only
Litany of souls Since I got a taste of your nebulous blood My role has become the quiddity of your anger The road-dwarf is humming zinc underneath his
a quiddity Can't really go without it So, I'll sing a bit about it It all lasts as long as a feeling And then it's gone back to the old dusty racks of my
Fields that warp the substance your clocks in A dimple of oil, a dash of stupidity Mixed to quixotic quintessence of quiddity The faint whiff of sulphur
increasing total stress Poor choices made, the physical's affected Brain's everywhere and nowhere seeking direction Crossing quiddities of Pavlov, Schrodinger
dripping Breathe in an eon felt Fundamentally musical Clued of it's rhythmic quiddity Time's intelligence consumed in inquiry I'm here to play it
an obscure It's my liability So it's my quiddity I don't form accuracy I form discrepancy Obscure chaos sets loose I fucking hate you I contradict my fucking
jostled and swelled, The youth in bloom, How fortunate! The whatness, the quiddity, The whole room is pulsating with life, How fortunate! We need
yours like a movie Your quiddity pulls me Your light says truly What flowers I'll see blooming Palm trees in the winter Change of climate just to soothe
the quality of my quiddity (Quality) My soul died a long time ago He said I’m out this bitch Man yeah it's time to go He Left the hull and the bull Life started
toffee accents rubber stamped these wrongs Two-faced swine flogging lame platitudes The quiddity of barbarism in a Savile Row suit Foreign Office ghoul
frosted sill Safely cased beneath a pseudo parapet Free of broken lives, lies and the shame that binds us When empty souls sustain quintessence Quiddity
skin. They pop like bombs in a Tupperware bowl And are multiplied each by ten. Swelling his quiddity up until He feels like his old beanbag self again
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