| Lined up, down ‘em
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| Feelings fade to black
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| Behind the lids it’s a desperating tale
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| No one hears if it’s never read aloud
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| Listen 'bout how I mumble in your sleep
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| Rotting out within unconsciousness
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| Inundate in the ethereal delay
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| Speak in tongues, indulge the densities
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| Embryonic to the point of no decay
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| Who’s in control of their singular temporal meltdown?
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| Are we simply mechanized to fail?
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| Pour one more
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| Sink or swim, I’ll likely drown
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| Lose control to the asier scheme
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| Now wak up and do it again
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| Eyes wide, shake off consequence
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| Brittle joints are a secondary sight
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| Bargain with the air of tender lines
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| It’s a trip to the beggar’s bottom shrine
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| Blurred out unwanted scenes
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| I saw myself on top
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| Blurred out unwanted scenes
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| I saw myself
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| Who’s in control of their singular temporal meltdown?
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| Are we simply mechanized to fail?
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| Pour one more
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| Sink or swim, I’ll likely drown
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| Lose control to the easier scheme
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| Now wake up and do it again
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| Blurred out unwanted scenes
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| I saw myself on top
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| Prosthetic lost cause digging into loose skin
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| Who’s in control of their singular temporal meltdown?
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| Are we simply mechanized to fail?
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| Pour one more
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| Sink or swim, I’ll likely drown
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| Lose control to the easier scheme
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| Now wake up and do it again |