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Track: Plastic Boxes
Artist: Highly Suspect
Album: As Above, So Below

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Name: Highly Suspect
Spotify Genres: post-grunge
Followers: 678,186
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Biography

Rock/Progressive/Blues band from Brooklyn, NY Johnny Stevens - Lead vocals/guitar/synth Ryan Meyer - Drums/vocals Rich Meyer - Bass/vocals/peacekeeper Matt Kofos - Guitar/synthesizer/vocals

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Release: Highly Suspect - As Above, So Below
Year: 2024
Genres: Rock
Styles: Blues Rock, Alternative Rock

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LYRICS

I can go, but you should know that
My situation is not under control and
I alone sit
Like a stone in
Destiny's garden with my mind fully blown 'cause
You're gone indefinitely
You are a ring that was tossed in the sea
I'll never find
The love we shared
I'd, I'd press "Rewind"
But I'm already there

So I picked up all your hair clips and packed 'em away
Right next to the letters that you left me just in case we could figure it out on a better day
In plastic boxes from New York to LA
I don't wanna die, but I don't have a reason to stay

I wanted space and time, spent
Time in space, but
What does it matter now that nothing remains? I
Cannot sleep when
All I hear is
A silent symphony of pain and disgrace, now
I don't waste every one of my days
Blind, deaf, and dumb I'm a man with no face, let's
Take this wall and paint it red, I
I put a gun to the side of my head

When I picked up all your hair clips and packed 'em away
Right next to the letters that you left me so that I could go cry again on a future day
In plastic boxes from New York to LA
I don't wanna die, but I don't have a reason to stay

No, no, no, no, no, no, nah, nah, nah, nah, not today
I don't have a reason to stay
No, no, nah, not today, not today
No, nah, hey

I no longer exist
I no longer exist
I no longer exist