There's something in the music that just can't connect. Wrong output wrong line wrong note. Send me to the floor! I'm alright but nothing's left. He's no never more, fail your (failure) destiny, In Incarnate form, drop your pencils now. This is how we boys with fevers never get to work it out. Uphill climbs only get steeper but it's worse to back out now. According to my mood there will be casualties. We'll fix it in post. I'm far too aware of all I have.
I was not built to last.
You can give, you can take, but never both. Poor kid sabotages their only chance at life before they can even spell the word. No fuckup allowed, my own definitions chew me up and spit me out, this fuckup's got a long-lasting flavor.
Gently take me to sleep. Windowwalking from dusk to dawn, one in the ring and one in my bed. "Changed" is all we know. I having respiratory malfunctions, lungs, what are they good for when I can't breathe when I'm around you? Sharing the same air as I choke on your CO2. Die Tonight and Live Forever to replace our Good Night and Good Luck anthem.
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