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Fourth

Swamped within my disbelief, alright
Tides have changed too quick for me to see
My socks are soaked and clinging to my skin
Next moment, they're threadbare and they're dry
Just can't predict

Another moment, another funeral
Under the knife, another removal
Push me into this black night and I'll fall into the morning light
Four years of running and I haven't moved at all
Now I'll finally trip and fall

Hooked into a machine to survive
Drip the sweet illusions in my dreams
I see the situation's getting worse
Even if I wanted to escape
I'd tear it out

From a user to an addict
The stoic world before me restricts
Stumbling in perfect night, just begging to see morning light
The light in the tunnel turned out to be a train
My running was in vain

Take the tubes out, they're not helping
It all still feels like it's a scalping
Shoot me into the abyss, it cannot be much worse than this
Push me over so I won't feel a thing
Like a glass of Novocaine

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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