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In a Puddle of Red

Caught off guard by a blow to the head, Dealt by time as I crawled through the day, Now I drown in a puddle of red. With dark clouds swimming by overhead, Fleeting words leave me nothing to say, Caught off guard by a blow to the head. I understand, though nothing was said, Madness has come and won't go away. Now I drown in a puddle of red. Falling asleep on this concrete bed, I hear my pasts scream, but what do they say? Caught off guard by a blow to the head. I know very soon I will be dead, Sunk in a sea of banal cliche; Now I drown in a puddle of red. Weighted down by a soul made of lead, The shoreline recedes, swim as I may. Caught off guard by a blow to the head, Now I drown in a puddle of red.

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