I dont feel alone I cant seem afraid I wanted to think Ill sleep it away Something I forgot Somewhere to sit down Some stuff to do up Some crap that I found Were the credulous ones On a dead machine Blowing thoughts into bags With no shame Too loud in my ears To fill up my mind Too black to ignite Two words you wont find Which blank did I draw? What kind of a day? Which one had to go? Whatever you say Were the credulous ones On a dead machine Blowing thoughts into bags With no shame Dont try and read this It means nothing I cant save this If you kill it
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