The mind is a sponge absorbing your secrets the bodys
at one exploiting your weakness a brand new kind of left behind
open up and close your mind catastrophe, evaporation growing
far across the shining masses back to your birthplace scenarios
worst case now rounding first base far from home moral is crumbling
these dice are tumbling words Im mumbling stumbling on my own holocaust
in my head body warping on nonsense from the fountain feed down
on your knees for the best new line of promises words
Im mumbling stumbling on my own perfect slowly comes
unglued a brand new kind of left behind drowning in the shallow
sunburnt beneath the gallows stumbling on my own holocaust
in my head life ... living isnt for everyone death ...
darker existence after this hell a brand new kind of left behind
kind of left behind
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