In this blackout inertia will hold our thoughts
And the exit
The rain falls up off the street
The clocks turn back
From the fields of the burning wheat
To the corners of
I've watched him walk away
To climb the endless shadow side.
I've
we were safe
now we're paralyzed
suspended in flight
at this speed it
the leaves will fall and so will you
when you do
In the veins of the ultraviolet light,
the phosphor is starting
You are my blanked out pages
All the wasted spaces
The old
With fists raised high in tightened knots
The room explodes and
Let's call this the quiet city:
Where screams are flet as
lights out on Division St.
and all the hate that rises
Conditions are getting worse
And there's nothing left I can do
Gonna
You spurn my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt
And
falling from the top floor,
your lungs fill like parachutes,
the windows
If we run far away do you think we will
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