Hear the sound of crying drifting in my brain,
elevator prozac going insane. Dislocated daybreak
hangs around my neck. Pale against the canvas, get
ready for a change. I feel a hole inside my body.
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wake up to see all the long faces, leaving traces
of broken hopes. Life leaves shortcuts of happy
trails, history is the only thing that can take
care of us. I sleep on a concrete bed, wake up to
see all the long faces leaving traces of broken
hopes.