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Track cover Cream of Wheat of Feet Naw Cream of

Cream of Wheat of Feet Naw Cream of

2:03math rock, midwest emo, pop punk, emo Album The Sound a Body Makes When It's Still 2025-08-22

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Producer, Mixer: Brett Romnes

Composer Lyricist: Chris Freeman

Composer Lyricist: Jonah Kramer

Composer Lyricist: Tades Sanville

Composer Lyricist: Ryan Malicsi

Composer Lyricist: Brandon Blakeley

Lyrics and translation

Original

Smell the roses, isn't it a beautiful thing?
Throat closes tight while you're unable to breathe.
Six thousand a week 'cause I don't wanna eat.
A phone for the doorbell in case it rings. It's getting worse with age. The micro-bulls got scared.
There's a shadow that's been stalking me. Disappears when I check and repeat.
And I know I won't find anything, but I need to assure myself. Frozen, barely breathing.
Losing somber yet haunting. Oh, phallos I've seen.
My youth I keep rationing.
Hold your breath, the sound a body makes when it's still declining. Why would I check if it's not real?
God is dead, every angel a lie. There's no living in the afterlife.
Still a voice made of nothing but fear makes me reach for the handle. I'm frozen, barely breathing.
Losing somber yet haunting. Oh, phallos I've seen. My youth I keep rationing.
Frozen, barely breathing. Just leave this door unlocked. You are my frozen.
Barely breathing. I know where you are.
How much time does it pass like a railway?
Little lies, something new to repeat.
Never mind watching over my children. In the garden and bury the keys at the bottom.
Had this blanket I loved as a kid. Kept it with me wherever I did.
Thought it might try to move on its own.

English translation

Smell the roses, isn't it a beautiful thing?
Throat closes tight while you're unable to breathe.
Six thousand a week 'cause I don't wanna eat.
A phone for the doorbell in case it rings. It's getting worse with age. The micro-bulls got scared.
There's a shadow that's been stalking me. Disappears when I check and repeat.
And I know I won't find anything, but I need to assure myself. Frozen, barely breathing.
Losing somber yet haunting. Oh, phallos I've seen.
My youth I keep rationing.
Hold your breath, the sound a body makes when it's still declining. Why would I check if it's not real?
God is dead, every angel a lie. There's no living in the afterlife.
Still a voice made of nothing but fear makes me reach for the handle. I'm frozen, barely breathing.
Losing somber yet haunting. Oh, phallos I've seen. My youth I keep rationing.
Frozen, barely breathing. Just leave this door unlocked. You are my frozen.
Barely breathing. I know where you are.
How much time does it pass like a railway?
Little lies, something new to repeat.
Never mind watching over my children. In the garden and bury the keys at the bottom.
Had this blanket I loved as a kid. Kept it with me wherever I did.
Thought it might try to move on its own.

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