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ships out within 3 days
Underneath the gun again, we are jumping ship.
Pray for acceptance or wait for days to hold
our heightened self importance.
So call it what it is, call us what we are;
Hopeless,Fearing the inevitable and pulling our bedside manners to the grave.
Foolishly claim: "we are all alive."
Pray for the living but they won't listen.
Dream for the dead and everything they have left.
Sleep beside yourself so the pressure of loving something
Lulls you to the melody of our history's replay.
Keep your distance and learn to take it for granted.
Constant exploration; someday we'll die young.
Foundation only covers up but so much.
Death and decay always finds it way.
Why do we exist, leaving no trace, but a clue.
Leave everything behind to exist alone.
(I always find you.)
Dangerously we think too little or nothing of ourselves
How did we make time an enemy?
The white noise eats away at our bones.
As the needle spins and the IV drips,
gloom consumes the room, is this how we all give in?