i've been waiting for this moment all my life
but it's not quite right
It is now time to make it unclear
To write off lines that don't make sense
Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
meaningless
it's all meaningless
all my life and labor is foolish
and now i don't have a reason anymore
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
I know what you mean,
when you want to run to meet the world,
intentions may not carry you far.
Small planes are here
but they never leave my room at all,
they don’t make it through,
they don’t make it out.
I need a place
That's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken
Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles,
when am I going to leave here?
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