when we move as one
we don't move at all
our limbs strech out
like dead antennas
we wrap ourselves
in one andother
we talk and talk
our mouths are covered
we wait for signals
to act and speak
we look for ourselves
in a hall of mirrors
hopeless and confused
a machine repeating a process
our arms strech out and they retract
we pull apart and eachother back
when we fall we hold eachouther
in our simbiosis
we smother one and other
Not versed in much emo-skramz at all but this hit all my boxes at once in a simple one go and it haven't left that impression afterwards. It got it all, from the heartfelt vox to the equal solid instrumentations all along. Shapeshifting