I'm here, I'm there, and I'm gonna.
My memories hang on me
Like the car lights as they blurrr by.
Rails and their electric machines
Follow this shapeless road
False endings hidden in florescent lights
And its about to pop. Pop .pop. pop.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Cold sweat rains down
Waiting with this sleepless feeling
Shaking, heavy breathing
Its about time I start kneeling
Cause if god aint gonna save me
Then its gotta be this 80 ml
And my heart falls out my eyes
And my heart fails and lies
And that’s the way we get by
Yeah the only way.
pop.pop.pop.pop.
pop.
as the puff of cloud sucks up
this sweaty rain.
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