Yes I know
I really want to go
My hands are old and worn
Red, exhausted and torn. AND WITH THIS NIGHT I AM PAIN
From endless promises sworn TO START WITH NO INTENTION OF
The life matches the death's mourn. FINISHING
Long live nothing
and all that is to come from nothing
which is the absence of nothing
(..something)
All of which goes unseen
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She said "I should confess"
But I said "Give it a rest"
And with that final test
Took my spine from between her lips to eyes
I've tasted every reality
Exchanged nothing for something lacking quality
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