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tuesday wakes up silent
and there aren't enough pills, to sleep;
(cut out) like a miswired shortwave radio
its over,
but nothing can change to make this right,
when you live in a nightmare,
it's written all over your face.
and in a short time,
you're never the same again,
the distance is streamlined,
between decision and defense:
disorient the senses,
loss of identity,
no one to trust,
no one to trust.
life runs through this trade,
i am no killer.
but i still hide my face,
in the coming days.
i wake up every morning,
from the same dream,
i kill it,
but you can't change the letters, when the ink dries,
i woke up on a sidewalk, and everything just changed,
now the lights are blinking, but i can't see anything.
life runs through this trade,
i am no killer.
i still hide my face,
in the coming days.
life runs through this trade,
i am no killer.
i still hide my face.
everything's falling apart,
everything's falling apart,
everything's falling...
crumpled paper,
crushed tin cans,
broken bottles,
paper scr*ps,
we're all the same,
we're all the same,
paper scr*ps,
we're all the same,
we're all the same,
we all are the same,
we, are, all, the, same.
we, are, all, the, same.
i am no killer.
and in a short time,
you're never the same again,
the distance is streamlined,
between decision and...(?)