To burn out, screaming past, fixated on the crash.
Instructions were
Tearing at the wings, flying away.
Nothing can keep me here.
Slipped
I've made so many mistakes
Lives passing through me
I've made so
Drag the anchor
Drag the anchor
We can't seem to get away
Where
We wipe away the sleep from our eyes
to be blinded
We're all liars,
playing our little games.
Where do we get off?
Honesty
Wake up, wake up
We're losing everything
Our minds lifted
Stripped of our
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