Seal the door of which only one lock works What is expected of me nowwho knows With tacks stuck in toes Debating on whats likable But certainly this isnt home Certainly not Its not so funny Skipping breath, inhaling rope Its always just when I need to see That the lights flicker and short out on me Rootless overthinkers in the mirror One after the other after one after the other Taking turns in my behavior Taking their turns in my behavior Its not so funny Skipping breath, exhaling rope Its always just when I need to see That the lights flicker and short out on me I am the best at seeing things When the captive worms in the tin are freed But begin to lose sight one again When the dust is finished settling And my friends in this room are weakening With their penchant for conditioning And their dispositions on a swing From the toxins and distracting means Just when I need to see, the lights flicker Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker Its not so funny, skipping breath Inhaling and exhaling rope Just when I need to see The lights flicker and short out on me Its not so funny, it really is such an awful fall
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