Here is some beauty for you all, I figured these people could say it much better than I could:
Petrified for the millionth time
Slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes no dismal clouds
Just this fucking space
I know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not working
Sweating out intelligence
Like I don't know what it is
Clinging to the microwaves...
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