THE BRAVE LITTLE ABACUS LYRICS

"Sol"

With the rise of the largest star accounted for we find ourselves, our history, the books our grandmothers wrote, all trapped beneath this burden concerning pots and pans. I’m trapped beneath this burden concerning my two hands. Maybe they’re miners maybe they’re helpless; extremities covered in sand. What if i’m dying? Tell me i’m dying as long as it’s not by my hands.

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