The mind is a sponge absorbing your secrets the body's
at one exploiting your weakness a brand new kind of left behind
open up and close your mind catastrophe, evaporation growing
far across the shining masses back to your birthplace scenarios
worst case now rounding first base far from home moral is crumbling
these dice are tumbling words I'm mumbling stumbling on my own holocaust
in my head body warping on nonsense from the fountain feed down
on your knees for the best new line of promises words
I'm mumbling stumbling on my own perfect slowly comes
unglued a brand new kind of left behind drowning in the shallow
sunburnt beneath the gallows stumbling on my own holocaust
in my head life ... living isn't for everyone death ...
darker existence after this hell a brand new kind of left behind
kind of left behind
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