Taking the sickness.
From my thoughts.
And the thinking.
Out of my head.
You
One more bottle cap. off. off. off.
What are we doing
This is not a movie.
And there it is. Behind the
[Instrumental]
Tonight we sat the stars
Were gone.
Searched for a feeling.
So hard
I don't blame you.
You only make the tools for their
Old, diseased, and weak
forced to break the promise you could
Where are you now
Promises of forever.
The talk of future fable
So here I am. Again. Alone.
The light is broken. Too
I've only heard one in a million words.
One of a
Antiquated towards achievement blame liaison the
souls of the workers
no the starving
know nothing of your chances.
The trusting have
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