After midnight's glow and morning's gloom has settled in its

Self-inflicted sense of self-loathing waking up from the longest dream

Where we're [bad word] away it's a sobering experience still sinking

Still spinning still hanging by a thread I've been thinking I'll stop

Wasting the days away and make life worth living controlling these

Demons and stopping sirens from screaming lapsing in and out of this

Great escape a love-hate relationship we're all stuck in our ways and

As we drown everyday we revel in our self-indulgence and wonder why we

Feel so trapped in our bodies in out rooms in out cities with our

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