Artist: ATOMS
Album:  SANDS
Song:   Sands
Typed by: @cryp_uno

[CRYPTIC ONE] 
In the hour glass sands I wrote my name to see it vanish over time 
Left the grind when it felt like an assembly line 
Despised the notion of just going through the motions 
That door was open lacked the focus to close it, hoping 
That I could ignore it 
Recorder rigor mortis 
ATOMS atrophy 
Trapped in a haunted factory with acts of apathy 
That's a battle that nearly shattered my back 
There's no confusion 
Only conclusion was 
"That'll be that"  
Meet the self inflicted wing clipper 
Restrict the grifters trip to the big dipper 
I popped the blister drained the puss now let it heal 
The stars still glitter, but the scars still very real 
Well.... 
No scars, no stories to tell right? 
Cant revel heavens day without a bit of hells night 
Wrapped in boxes where memories go to die 
Practically gone and forgotten but very much still alive 

[HOOK] 
I squeeze my hands as sands slips through my fingers 
And blow away like time reminders tend to linger 
And at the whims of wind the grains exfoliate my fate 
And learn the limits as decay and age will make their case 
A thing of beauty 
Fade away fade away 
The setting sun 
Fade away fade away 
The sands they drift 
Fade away fade away 
Bury the past 
Fade away fade away 

[WINDNBREEZE] 
You feel the beauty son, it's like the perfect shining 
The dancing passion on the places that we hold so common 
It's never broken cracked or crinkled 'cause it holds alignment 
The climates polar caps will shrink into a soulful island 
The grains of sand sustain a simple subtle soothing silence 
That same silence that explains the ripples from above I 
Let it bounce allow intelligence to feel the flood and 
Get surrounded by the quire that's conducing love 
The love expands to single something level up consumption season with a Sprinkle pink'll pass the champagne 
A bubble sunsets inside a Hubble telescope the visioning 
Life like sensations but his patience keeps on withering 
He's gotta have the dollars in his pockets 'cause the image that he's holding 
For his family friends is simply folding over 
Upholding this is like the biggest mask the masquerade the play of life the Act the interlude protagonist and stage 
And at this stage of life the life he lives just has to be unbalanced by Potential sentiments that's mixed with fear and greed 
He's chasing benjis for the wrongest reasons searing trees his eyes are reddened deading in the cells upon of which he breaths 
Exhaling all the tension and filling up with laughter 
And finding some connection that'll make the void a ladder 
In which to climb to find truth anointing after 
Finding all the patterns that'll break after the awful chapter 

[HOOK] 

[ALASKA] 
I wrote my name in the sand to see it vanish in the tide 
Before I spoke as a man and reexamined foolish pride 
Now I feel like a specter a spectator at a spectacle 
I realize at best either I'm dead weight or detestable. 
An ancient relic - spell it out in cuneiform 
Thanks for the well wish cause it felt like I was newly born 
Life death rebirth see the circles getting smaller 
Like guess my feet hurt its more work and less a calling 
A passion play a past time that past away 
A cast away and that's fine I could laugh for days 
I see my prime take a lap make another progression 
Im redefined once a has been now a mother fucking legend 
A museum piece. Entertainment collecting dust 
A mausoleum breeched, frame dented with flecks of rust 
Packed away in boxes where memories go to die 
Though practically gone forgotten I'm still very much alive