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Everything's all dead and everything is all closed,

I can't breathe the air and I can't find any way.

Everything I thought I feared I face towards and

It cowers in my presence.

Jumping off the five story ledge, broken jaw,

Pick myself up. Cut my wrists and walked out of the hospital.

Now these circumstances are unique, shoot through my skull,

And now the matter is present. Step by step I always crawl

Beyond the streetlights and into your mind.

If I ask myself does it make any difference?

The same answer to another boring day,

A hole in the head, slip out of the noose

An evening in the ray.