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Falling sideways, confused and all alone I die.
I can’t escape the music, but I try.
It’s the acid that I cry.

Losing pieces, souls peeling off like skin
This isn’t how the stories s’possed to end.
But here we are, again and again.

Find some lover for me,
Struggling just to feel the dreams that I keep.
Don’t forget how to sing,
The tortured are the sinners of the world’s sanity.