"Well I guess there's nothing for us to worry about,
"The chair is armed, repeat, the chair is armed!""Come back
Atmosphere is coldTension cuts like a knifeHazed are the eyesReflecting
"Please help me!""Hostages unguarded, one hostage dead.""Two terrorists dead.""W
we fight
we rule
symbols of depression
don't will to
We're gonna drop this song
cause you don't belong
so
No matter what they say or do
The shit they write
Psychosomatic
You're so dramatic
You seem to hang on every word I
We cling to each other
like a child and a mother
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One time
One place
One single place
Erotic dreams
Distorted seams
Decrepit hands
Breaking, all these rules you made for me
Running, through
Get up, do what you want
Before, before it's too late
Don't,
I haven't slept in forty days
Something here just doesn't feel
Enter this corridor of light
Envision the loss of your sight
Daydream
The filth the greed, immoral deeds
The shameless urge, of consumption
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