Please don't feed me with useful information
I need to keep myself distracted
Disguise my aspirations in the night
And if it wasn't for the digits
I couldn't tell these days apart
I am compelled to make an effort
Fill my mind with blank
'Cause it's easier being tired
Tear out my face
Turn it into something that will last
Can't find my place
It's just a hole in the ground
It would fit anyone
The first bite of an apple
Is always the scariest one
I've lost the urge to make an effort
Yet my blood cells linger on
The bone has stayed the same
It's the pawn who has changed
It thinks that it can retire
Tear out my face
Let me know if something isn't right
Can't find my place
I am buried in town
I never see the sun
We are all walking graveyards
We are all walking graveyards
We are all walking graveyards
We are all
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