Welcome to apocalypse, right now
It's comin' down
When the
I do five in my self-constructed cell
'Cause everything is
Ever wonder why youre unable to love
Got all you need
Saturday night ended sadly
Beauty on its ass
Circling the
Many more people are the same
Although you feel alone
Well
Open me up and see what's inside
I reckon
Vanishing
Floating
You could never be
What he wanted to
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