Liminal
Abraham Castaneda, Nicole Mixon
Existing in liminal spaces
Been lucid, what's left of me is dead
Hiding from the sunlight
Barely waking up
Visions of the moonlight
Turning into dust
Existing in liminal spaces, liminal spaces
The weight of pain drags me down
Can't lift myself off the ground
Existing in liminal spaces
Been lucid, cynical movements
Hiding from the sunlight
Barely waking up
Wading for a new tide
Worshipping the sun
Existing in liminal spaces, liminal spaces
The weight of pain drags me down
Can't lift myself off the ground
A burden part of me now
Can't lift myself off the ground
