Sick Day Orbit
You shake it off
Puke it up
Try to keep moving to no avail
We are gone today
Only ashes of our past left
And not a single future could lessen our
desperation
These days are filled with the horror of walking
up
To be a human in orbit
When all i is a blatant lie
IT all moves so quick
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